keep up, keep up, cause I'm not coming down

Sirius was a confident bastard who knew his own strengths too well. This didn’t often hinder him in the battlefield, but today, as he held the boy's jaws in his mouth and grinned, knowing the victory to be his, he was caught unawares.

He didn’t see Meph strike out with his forelef, and rake his claws along the still-healing burns that lingered there. Almost hidden beneath his fur. The injury had been caused by kicking down a burning door in his bid to save his wifes companions. Now, it served against him. The sudden pain ripped up his side and he howled, releasing his grip on Meph’s muzzle.

As the Warlord staggered, Meph shoved him back, and the Warlord relented. Panting softly from the pain still zipping through him. “Alright, alright, you win. You have a damn good right hook” he complimented his opponent.

"Sirius Fatalis"