Gossamer vs Grim [Mini-Tourney]

Grimshaw rolled his shoulders as he squared off before one of the Fatalis middle-children, a final swig of his drink taking care of any of his residual stiffness from the surprise tournament. He hadn't been much aware that Kotori had any interest in leading his own pack, but he certainly wasn't one to turn down the opportunity to be the face for the Armada in the tournament.

Her invitation was more than enough for him to suddenly bolt towards the woman, teeth bared and shoulders rolled forward with the intention of barrelling into her head-on. It wasn't his usual approach, but doubled with his muzzle dipping down he wondered if he would also be able to grab her forelimb in the same moment. With the balaclava-style armor attached to the giant skull helmet he wasn't worried about his nape, and so even with the desire to win and represent the Armada, he wanted to try something new.

"Speech!"

Code © Skelle 2022 | Art © Kianxiety 2022