Always A Reason For The Pain [INVADERS]

Áskell spun around and faced off against the dire wolf, his hackles raised. Dimly out of the corner of his eye he saw another wolf running in, a smaller regular wolf. His first thought was fury at a trespasser taking advantage of their situation til she turned and fought the dire. Ok, well. He'd take an ally and deal with her later. The dire stared him down, its tail up in a dominant posture but if the dire wolf thought he was going to cower and back down it was in for a terrible surprise.

His head and tail swiftly shifted to align with his spine.  His chin tucked as his neck scrunched back, shoulders rolling forward in anticipation as his hackles stood on end.  Áskell shifted his limbs equidistant apart, just slightly wider than shoulder and hip width respectively, his weight shifting evenly across his limbs.  Áskell was not going to be intimidated by a larger opponent, even as the dire took another step forward.  Áskell's toes splayed, claws digging into the moist soil for extra grip.  His jaws parted, brows wrinkling to wrinkle the flesh of her face as her ears pinned tightly to his head, eyes narrowing.  

Suddenly the dire wolf sprinted forward. As the beast leapt forward so did Askell as he sought to close the distance between them that much faster.  As the dire curved his body sharply to his right Askell would arc his upper body to his own right in an attempt to keep their upper bodies facing head on but slightly of center so that his left shoulder could align with the groove between his opponents right shoulder and the right side of his chest.  Askell sprinted forward slamming his shoulder into the more delicate area of the dire's body. He had hoped to strain something but in truth his opponent was so much bigger he didn't get near the damage he wished. However, while his shoulder throw may not have done the damage he wanted his fangs managed to seize the middle underside of the dire's throat. He bit hard, feeling blood spill into his mouth.

Before Askell could really enjoy his victory though he felt, cold, steely teeth in the back of his neck, just behind his ears. A moment later he was yanked from the dire wolf like an annoying tick and tossed aside like a pup. Askell hit the ground hard, sliding through the snow and yelping from the blow. A second later the dire wolf was on him, the beasts massive paws pinning him on his back. Askell yelled and kicked out violently, striking the dire repeatedly in the gut as he twisted his head and bit sharply into the dire wolf's left wrist.

Fangs seized hold of the side of his neck and he could feel it becoming more and more difficult to breathe. Askell flailed and twisted, he could hear his companion screeching and tugging at the wolf, pecking at its eyes and ears but the dire was unmoved. He could feel his sight blackening…