SEVEN NATION ARMY

War was breaking out all around him, unfolding right in front of his golden gaze. Never in his life had the man thought he would be part of a war, and never one this large. The young male that had arrived after him was already engaged in his own battle. He appeared to be badly injured, but the young knight was holding his own. All around him bodies connected and teeth snapped against flesh. It was hell. And Pontifex was about to get his own taste of it. As his eyes danced across the enemy line, a particular figure, that of a male with dark coloration and ice like eyes caught his attention and it was moments after having spotted him that the man came charging towards him, looking to possibly keep him from returning home. But Pontifex wasn't about to go down so easily.


The grey and black brute would solidify his defenses, chin tucked against his chest, ears flat against his skull, eyes narrowed to slits, tail aligned with his spine, limbs spread out evenly, weight distributed equally, shoulders rolled forward for added protection to his vitals. Frame would tense with anticipation as he watched the man move towards him, looking to bring his equally sized mass and slam it into his own. He was nearly upon Pontifex when suddenly a grey figure would come out of nowhere to descend upon his attacker, looking to take a bite out of his back leg, possibly deflecting his original attack on the digamma. Hoping her attack would distract him, Pontifex would initiate his own attack, knees bending to lower his mass closer to the ground, haunches propelling the man forward, jaws agape, ready to snap at the man's right forelimb, shoulders rolling slightly more forward in order to better protect his vulnerable area.


Pontfiex and Surreal vs. Jet


Rounds 1/infinite


Defense:The grey and black brute would solidify his defenses, chin tucked against his chest, ears flat against his skull, eyes narrowed to slits, tail aligned with his spine, limbs spread out evenly, weight distributed equally, shoulders rolled forward for added protection to his vitals.


Attack: Pontifex would initiate his own attack, knees bending to lower his mass closer to the ground, haunches propelling the man forward, jaws agape, ready to snap at the man's right forelimb.


Injuries: none yet


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