You Better Fight Fair

After some moments of discussion and planning, Avacyn called the start of the brawl, beginning the fight with a simple countdown. As soon as she gave the command to begin, Scylla was giving him some teasing cheering, followed by an unexpected slap to his rump. The sudden enthusiastic tap to his ass made the boy's eyes widen in shock and a stunned yap escape his muzzle, too surprised to do anything but watch as the wild squirrel wolf ran headfirst directly into battle. He watched her, eyes wide and furious and mouth agape for a moment—until he realized one of the enemies was coming straight for him. Icy cobalt eyes locked with Cerberus and he swiftly set his stance, lunging forward to intercept his opponent's attack. Cerberus would come down on him, but in doing so, he would position Saracyn beneath him and well within biting range of the yearling's soft underside.

Saracyn bared his serrated fangs and lunged up as Cerberus came down, aiming to get a good hold underneath where his foe's left foreleg and torso met, in the soft bit of flesh under his arm. If he was successful, he would then use his greater size to try and push Cerberus back on his hind legs, aiming to throw him off balance. However, as he was focused on Cerberus, he didn't see Chade until he felt the teeth in his hind leg. Saracyn snarled and jerked and kicked his hind leg, attempting to throw the other wolf off of him. Though he had a size advantage on both yearlings, being outnumbered two to one did not bode well for his odds. He needed help from his team. Saracyn gave a distressed bark out for anyone to hear, hoping someone from his team would see the situation he was in and at least take the big blue asshole off of him.

"Saracyn Mendacium"