Beat down the doors

His fight with the blue-hued male ended before it had really begun, overpowering the male and shoving him back. He watched the Armada male surrender and that freed him up to look for another opponent. He didn't have to look very far as a purplish wolf with curling horns approached and squared up with him almost immediately, asking if he was ready for another round. She appeared to be younger than him and notably shorter than he was, but she held herself with a confidence that said she was very comfortable on the battlefield. He returned her grin with one of his own as he recentered his stance and his defenses. "Absolutely. That was barely a warmup," he replied with a chuckle as he braced himself for her first attack.

He spared the snow leopards that she summoned a brief glance as she started to charge toward him with her head lowered and thorn-wrapped horns tipped to the be first thing that made contact with him. He felt a shift on his back as Pan emerged from the thick fur of his mane, the pangolin leaping from his back toward one of the felines and curling into a ball at the last second so his scaled body would be the part of him that would make impact with the leopard's nose, knocking her companion away from him like a living dodgeball. Bream swooped down from where he was circling above him as well to target the second snow leopard, the osprey's talons gripping the feline's scruff as if he was grabbing a fish from water and using that grip to at least briefly distract and pull the companion away from Arc.

Meanwhile, Arcturus braced himself with his hind legs firmly planted, letting the Armada wolf run right at him and taking the full impact of her weaponized head butt since he knew that his armor and the heavy layer of fur in his mane would absorb the worst of the damage those thorns might have caused. As expected he felt a few slight picks of the thorns poking through his mane and he made a soft "ooof" as she rammed into him and knocked the air out of him slightly, making a light bruise bloom across his chest. This put her exactly where he wanted her though and he quickly lifted his right foreleg to try and hook it across her shoulders, wanting to get a grip around the back of her neck to keep her from backing away and hooking his claws around the edge of her leather armor to give himself better leverage. With her horns so close to his neck and face he knew he had to do something to keep them from swinging at him so he turned his head to the right enough to try and grab her left horn between his teeth to grapple it. He aimed for a portion of her horn between the wrapping of thorns, but with his fangs to help with his grip he'd still be able to grip her horn with minimal stabbing of his gums or the roof of his mouth.

"Arcturus Indarra"