Old stomping grounds

He grinned and did a hop backward as he avoided the tiger's angry swipes, enjoying how much he had riled up the big cat just with a chomp to its tail. Perhaps he should be more cautious, but it seemed like this guy could handle himself so he might as well have a bit of fun with it while he was at it. The brown, spotted man dug in with his horns and slammed into the tiger as he was distracting it and keeping its attention, but its attention was swiftly taken away by its new injury. He glanced up at his fighting parter partially to make sure he got out of the way in time and partially to give him an impressed grin. He didn't wait too long to get in his own real blow though, using the opening that was made as it turned away from him to target the big cat's side. Putting his head down he charged forward as well, slamming the hard curve of his horns into the tiger's ribs. His horns were too long to really do any stabbing, but it was certainly hard enough to nearly nock the tiger off of its paws and knock the breath out of its lungs–maybe even crack a rib if he was lucky.

"Remus Armada"