Rise, and rise again

The spotted wolf’s ears flattened now, seriousness falling over him. It was clear for all to see that Kotori wanted to win. The Warlord wasn’t going to give him one inch he didn’t earn, but his dad was still rooting for him anyway. As Kotori came racing in for round two, blood high and vision perhaps a little too tunnelled. The Warlord waited until Kotori was right about to hit… and then he leaped to the side. Kotori’s horns still scrapped his shoulder on the way past as the Warlord didn’t fully miss the attack. But it was enough, Ko’s momentum dragged him onwards, and the Warlord gave him a gancing kick on the butt just to ensure he didn’t stop before he touched the line.

Round two, to dad.

This time, after settling back into the centre of the ring, the Warlord made the opening move. He lunged for Kotori, slamming his shoulder into the base of the other wolf's neck. Aware of how his own shoulder freely bled from Kotori’s horns. He attempted to graze his teeth across Kotori’s skull as the other wolf bent his weight into the Warlord's onslaught… and then suddenly pivoted. The Warlord laughed even as he crashed to the ground, hitting the line. His own move used against him. Clever. Kotori learned fast.

"Sirius"