smells like (almost) teen spirit

As Redrum's teeth made contact with the boy’s muzzle, drawing a trickle of scarlet and the taste of metal, the vermillion boy couldn’t help but feel pleased at his successful attack. But the fight was not over yet. His opponent responded in kind, his own jaws snapping with a fervor. He had aimed to grasp Redrum's face with his jaws, ready to rip and tear should he gain purchase. And his attack would land, a snap against Redrum’s cheek instantly earned a snarl from the long-eared boy. A trickle of blood that so matched his crimson coat fell just below his eye.

Undeterred, his opponent then sank his weight low, anchoring himself to the battlefield floor. He struck out with his budding horns, which hit Redrum straight and square in the chest, eliciting a rough chuckle and grimace as Redrum grinned with all his teeth visible. Alright. Business meant business.

Redrum craned his neck, twisting his body to the left as he reared back away from those troublesome buds that surely had left a bruise or two, then he drew his skull back only to attempt to slam them back down onto his opponent's nape.

Redrum vs Björn Trygg for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Expert Hunter
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