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The glow of the moon casting over them seems to brighten as they collide. Was its closeness causing their heightened aggression? An unexpecting spar in the middle of the night did sound odd. It was perhaps something Idris would have thought of later after the fight, but right here and now, he was focused on shoving the guy into the dirt where he belonged.

With a bruised shoulder, Idris slides a step or two forward as Bronze reels backward. Inches separate them until Bronze comes back, closing the distance that had given them only a few seconds to collect their breaths. Snow and ice beneath his paws makes it harder to keep his balance, slippery and precarious, he once more blames the moon for this. If it had not been so bright, the snow would have stayed packed down and provided ample traction. But now? Now he had to be careful.

His head pulls backward, moving his precious facial features away from Bronze's jaws and opening up his shoulder to the toothy attack. A grunt escapes him as he feels teeth dig into his skin, but he doesn't back away. No, instead he once more pushes his shoulder further, deeper into Bronze's mouth, hopefully preventing him from biting down any harder. In those seconds as he pushes back, he feels Bronze's leg aim to go between his forelimbs for a better advantage to his attack.

Infuriated and propelled by the pain and adrenaline, Idris snakes his head forward, moving around to the side Bronze's neck, aiming to latch down. Bracing against slick snow, he lets his paws slide slightly until they find good footing. Relentless, he doesn't stop trying to find a good place to bite until Bronze backs down.

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Idris vs Bronze for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Healer