The Offer on My Head, Still Stands

The taste of her blood leaking out through his hold did grant him some satisfaction, though, in hindsight, he wished that he had been more diligent in going for a point that didn’t have so much give. He could feel the tissue weakening around his teeth, and as he pulled back so did she- though it was his muscle that gave first. God-damn it! The pain rippled down his entire foreleg and into his shoulder blade. However, as Absinth suddenly won her trophy, her opposing weight hit his jaws, his canines ripping through her skin. While all he could taste was blood and fur, he had hoped that his grip hadn’t been for nothing.

As they both had been pulling each other apart, the sudden dislodgment left them scrambling in the opposite direction, though Aresenn was quick to regain his footing. The Praetor brute flexed his nails into the ground beyond the snow and launched himself forward. His gait was uneven- him now limping on his left shoulder, though his intention was clear as he leaped from the ground- throwing his entire weight back at the scavenger girl with outstretched forelegs. With any luck, she had hopefully not been as quick as he was to re-establish her balance and prepare for a counter.

In the middle of their fray, Aresenn had nearly forgotten that they were being observed, or why they were fighting each other in the first place. It vaguely dawned on him that this was meant to be a test, but now he was pissed for an entirely different reason, more annoyed that he now had an injury to treat after just getting off of bed rest from the cold he had gotten from saving Andromeda. Women.

"Aresenn Praetor"