Sharpening One's Claws [Open Spar]

They clashed together, black, tan and white fur mixing for a moment as their forelimbs wrapped around each other's shoulders. Still Aurielle was faster than him and her armor was slick enough that he could not get away real grip on her, it was frustrating but not enough for him to loose his head over. Drachen saw a flash of her elongated fangs coming towards his face and instinctively he jerked back, his muzzle feeling the sting as her teeth grazed his skin. He tried to shift his upper half to get a better grasp and strike again but the woman was crafty and twisted her torso in a way that used his forward momentum against him and he felt gravity take over. The male tucked his chin to his chest to keep himself from getting whiplash from the rough landing he knew was coming a second later. The snow provided little comfort as he landed hard on his side but thankfully, either by sheer luck, or the Spirit's remarkable forethought, he landed on his good side and not the ribs that were almost completely healed.

The jarring of hitting the ground was never a pleasant sensation but he was quick to get back to his dark paws, but he knew when he was bested and the male stepped back out of the circle and dipped his head with his eyes to the ground in submission of the fight. He lifted his head up again a moment later and beamed a smile at the Spirit and rumbled in his hushed tones "Thank you for the spar, Spirit. I have much to work on. Hopefully I have not shamed myself too bad." a deep chuckle of amusement dancing in his black freckled chest. Perhaps another male would have had a bruised ego at being bested but Drachen took no offense and would use this event as a way to review and better himself.