the hills have eyes.

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The darker youth seemed as reticent to speak as Cross. His only words were for a practical warning against the fight getting out of hand. "Agreed," Cross rumbled in reply to the terms. It was his first trip to the Battlefield and he was ignorant of most of its ways. Sort of made the whole thing more exciting though. A competitive spirit was let to breath and flame up inside the lad. In these precious seconds before the first clash, all was anticipation and nervousness mixing with enough raw desire for violence to kick start the young adrenal glands. They were just within pouncing range and Cross knew it. He had taken a more steady stance, and he wondered if the male would go immediately on the offensive, or if they'd have to end up hesitating awkwardly. Cross was more of a defensive fighter himself, but he didn't like waiting around - leading him to start plenty of the training matches with his siblings.

But his instincts were to be allowed to play their part this time. There was a flash of darkest violet and Cross had time only to duck his head and stiffen as the other creature landed his attack. Quick as flame, Cross's facial expressions changed from stoic to snarling. He felt the teeth sink down into his neck, but it was only a mouthful of scruff. Course it still hurt like heck - dozens of pearly white daggers digging into your flesh tends to do that- but it an area far less pain sensitive than most others.

Almost as soon as the first attack landed, Cross was countering with one of his own. Cross didn't try to pull back or yank free like most attacker's would expect. Quite the opposite. He pushed forward; bowling straight into the dark mass, hoping to catch the stranger off balance as he landed. Cross's teeth went for a hold of their own - hoping for the base of the neck or the chest. He didn't need a death grip, just a distraction of pain and a bite to keep the tally even. He was more concerned with his feet than his teeth - he plunged forward, attempting to wrap his forelegs around the purple youth so that they could go tumbling down together. It wasn't the precision move of a dancer, but the raw power of a wrestler. It fit him better.

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Round One - Cross vs. Basilisk - Freestyle Training

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Defenses: widened stance and lowered head to make sure that Basilisk only got his scruff. Other than that, not much - still newbie fighter

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Attacks: pushing forward and trying to wrap his forelegs around Bas's form (either just in front of or just behind the shoulders depending on how Bas reacts) and push him to the ground where he can try to wrestle and roll free. Also going in for a bite to Bas's chest or lower neck for good measure.

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Injuries: Basilisk got to land the first attack with a bite to Cross's scruff. Not serious.

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notes: the attacks/defense/injuries thing isn't really supposed to be judge-worthy or anything, just practice for me and clarity for Nyx ;)