Dance with the Devil

The wolf's words surprised him, and he froze, listening to the world outside of his box. He heard the creak of wood as Vidarr’s weight moved from its position against the door. The slight scuffle of paw, the sound of a breath at the other wolf settled. He had moved? Truly? Strai expected it to be a trap. It was, really. Since the only reason the Viking had moved was to indulge Strai’s desire to fight.

He considered his options for only the barest moment. He suspected the black demon was going to kill him no matter what. If he was going to go out, he wanted to go out kicking. He charged forward, smashing into the door of the cupboard. It flew open, and he was blinded by the sudden brightness. He barely hesitated, striking straight towards the black bob in his vision. Vidarr was taller than he was, so he went for a low strike. He wanted to soften up his opponent, and if he got a chance he would go for the head. He wanted to knock the wolf out. But first, the softening… he attempted to charge directly forward, and under. Hoping to catch Vidarr by surprise. If he managed that, he would make for a passing blow towards the vulnerable point between Vidarr’s back legs. Fast and dirty.

Astraios vs Vidarr for knockout
Round 1/?
Age: Under one
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Cheek Bone Spurs (Offensive)
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter

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