Doomed from the Get-Go

The collision of bodies was tectonic and catastrophic, like the very plates of the earth crushing together with the force of a thousand explosions. Artorias had not expected the boy to stand still and take the brunt of his attack, but the aggression he felt put forward into his opponent's surge towards him was surprising. The violet brute's shoulder shoved forward into his chest, colliding with the dire brute's sternum and knocking the breath from him, but did little to stop the advance of the larger male. Unfortunately for his foe, he wasn't able to pull away in time before Artorias' jaws found their mark on the boy's scapula and latched on, fangs sinking forward into fur and flesh, not with enough force to cause crippling damage, but enough to secure a strong hold on the younger wolf. Artorias saw the snarl on the stranger's face, saw the hate in his eyes—and saw him turn to strike down near his face. Too close, can't get away. Artorias braced for impact, folding his ears back to try and protect them.

The screeching cries of his ravens rose above the cacophony of snarls from the wolves as Corbin and Eira dove down from the trees to intercept the brute's attack, flapping large wings and aiming their scratching talons at his eyes to prevent him from securing his bite on Artorias' face. Thank the gods for birds! Another vicious snarl tore through the Aegis' throat as he redoubled his offense. Now the boy would learn why it was a bad move to tussle with an alpha. His opponent would feel the pressure of Artorias' stronger jaws and sharper fangs as they bit harder down onto his shoulder, aiming to draw blood and tighten his hold but not hard enough to shatter bone. Then he felt the brute push his weight forward, trying to throw Artorias off his paws. He managed to make Art shuffle back a couple of steps before he managed to set his paws and brace himself, core tightened and thighs and pecs flexing as he shoved his weight and strength back against his opponent, turning the fight into something akin to two sumo wrestlers struggling against one another. With his jaws clamped down, Artorias would go to shake and thrash his head, hoping to jostle and jerk the adolescent around enough to throw him off balance and take him down to the ground.

Artorias vs Sephiran for Dominance (identity reveal)
Round 2/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus steel sword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced leather cuirass
Companion 1: Common raven, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Silver cross fox - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Common raven, Female - Flying
Mutation 1: Stronger teeth and jaws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Thicker fur - Defensive
Mutation 3: Enhanced vision - Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Knight or Fleet-footed

"Artorias Carpathius"