Beat down the doors

Ciná wasn't able to break his concentration from his opponent to see what happened, but he heard Tine yelp and skitter away from the Armada man as he was chased off by something. He trusted that his mastiff could handle himself, but he'd check on him when the fight was over. For now he focused on pushing his weight forward into the man he had picked to fight with and in return he was met with the feeling of teeth catching the skin on the side of his neck. He snarled and resisted the urge to pull away so that he wouldn't give his opponent's teeth a chance to cut into his skin more. As he was deciding where to take this deadlock they found themselves in, he felt the man's paw scrape against his leg and then catch on the top of his bracer, deflecting his momentum enough to keep him from stomping down on his toes. Thank gods for his armor.

Acting fast to try and take advantage of the position the Armada man was currently in, Ciná quickly lifted his right foreleg to try and catch Grimoire's left leg before it fully lowered back to the ground, attempting to hook his foreleg in the man's armpit. He wanted to shove forward with the extra leverage he got from this new grappling position, trying to twist to his left to try and shove the man onto his side. The claws of his right paw scraped down the man's left side, either giving him a better grip or perhaps just leaving some scratches in his wake while they struggled to see who would come out on top.

"Cináed"