Healing through fighting

It appeared that Artorias would once again get the upper hand over his little brother. The dark-furred Carpathian grabbed a firm hold around his brother's scruff, fangs gripping unyielding around fur and flesh. But Rudy didn't go down easy. The mottled wolf in his grasp thrashed and struggled, causing Artorias' hardened teeth to tear through skin until he tasted blood. Though Artorias' first instinct was to release Rudy and make sure his sibling was okay, he forced himself to keep fighting, treating this like a proper battle. Rudy was his opponent right now, and Artorias gave his enemies no quarter. Rudy had attempted to turn his head to bite at his swinging paw, but Artorias kept too tight of a hold on his brother's neck, preventing him from getting the twist he needed. His paw smacked hard into the side of Rudy's face, claws biting into his skin around his brow. Artorias was very careful to not rip or slash across Rudyard's face; he wanted to subdue his brother, not scar him for life.

Now with a firm hold on his brother's head and neck, it was a simple thing for Artorias to twist and push down with his weight on top of Rudyard, throwing him to the ground in one smooth judo-like throw. Once Rudy's body hit the ground, Artorias released his brother's neck and stepped back, giving Rudy some breathing room so as not to trigger another panic attack. He was panting hard from the effort of their fight, but that didn't stop him from checking over his brother to make sure he was okay. "Enough for now!" he said, moving back up to help Rudy to his paws if he needed it. "You okay?" He looked to the trickles of blood he'd left on Rudy's neck and brow. Dammit, Gwyn was going to skin them both if she saw them...

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Argent"