the way we stalk, the way we kiss

He broke away from his opponent, a rippling snarl emanating from his throat as the victor was clear. "Better luck next time, old man!" He taunted. Though his opponent wasn't old old, at least not compared to his dad, he was still older than himself. He shook himself out, wincing at the fresh wounds he had now, and the deep cut from the man's sword. He had never seen something like that before...hopefully the next one he attacked didn't have a surprise like that, but he'd find out soon. He turned away from the male, setting his sights on the next closest Valta member and found one. She was small. But damn was she pretty! He knew jack all about these wolves, but he had to admit they had some pretty girls among them.

Without wasting anymore time, he charged toward the smaller woman, his dogs hot on his heels as they snarled and barked. Diablo sought to come in hot toward her left side in an attempt to slam his weight into her and bowl her over, a paw-hand seeking to wrap around her hind ankle as he aimed to try and grab it to hopefully make her lose her balance. Jaws opener, silver caps flashing in the light as he lunged for her scruff.

Diablo vs Bowen for Dominance (raid)
Round: 1/?
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Silver Metal Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked gauntlets
Companion 1: Doberman, Male, Battle - boosted
Companion 2: Doberman, Male, Battle
*Companion 3: Doberman, Male, Battle
Mutation 1: Horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bristled Mohawk - Defensive
Mutation 3: Dexterous Paws - Offensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: n/a

"Speech"