the way we stalk, the way we kiss

He hit his mark. But it hadn't gone the way he thought it would. So used to fighting others his own size, bigger, or even close to his size, he had not expected her to go flying clear across the arena. Shit... While normally, he would've gotten one helluva good laugh out of it, he couldn't help but wince as she went flying, bounced across the ground, and then landed. Hard. Woops. He hadn't meant to do that, but what was done, was done, and he wasn't going to stop nor go easy on her. She had joined in the raid of her own free will, she had to have known some of these fights would get intense, no? After all, her own packmate had started the violence...or at least, more than the Raiders had intended on causing.

In his brief pause of "what the fuck did I just do?" He didn't see the bird coming at him until he felt wind across his back and the flap of wings as her bird started harassing him. He snarled and snapped at it, swiping at the damn thing with a paw as he tried (and would likely fail) to knock it away from him. His Dobermans, like synchronized swimmers, moved to encircle the small female. Teeth bared as they eyed her hungrily. Cujo lunged for her hind legs in an attempt to grab one and drag her, though the others waited for Diablo's command...whenever he was done playing with the bird, of course.

Diablo vs Bowen for Dominance (raid)
Round: 2/2
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"