five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

The smirk that crossed Grimshaw's face was seen by Artorias, but its secret meaning not known by the young brute, mistaking it solely for the enthusiasm for their spar. Grim didn't say anything while he took up position across from him, not giving in to the playful taunting Art sent his way. Always the cool and level-headed brother he knew! When his dark-furred brother began the fight with a lumbering charge towards him, Artorias tensed and prepared to react, a grin of anticipation spreading across his face. He imagined Grim would have been faster had he not been so intoxicated, but even drunk, he was still a dangerous opponent. Artorias tried to time his movements, used to using his lighter form and innate agility to maneuver around his opponents, especially larger ones like Grim. But between his own inebriation and Grim's unsteady out-of-time steps, that became difficult. Art waited until Grim was almost upon him, and then he deftly stepped to the side, avoiding Grim's charge while nearly losing his footing in the process.

Artorias exclaimed while he tried to recover, rounding about on his broader brother and lunging for him. He knew he likely wouldn't be able to overpower Grimshaw in a straightforward grapple, so he instead aimed to grab Grim by the scruff with his strong jaws and around the neck with his forelegs, then he would pull while throwing his weight backwards in an attempt to yank the dark brute off of his paws. With any luck, the wine-drunk wolf wouldn't be able to hold his ground very well, otherwise it would likely end up with Artorias just hanging off his brother's neck from the side in an awkward position, dangling upright with his belly exposed.

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