What a fine mess this is

Rogue found very little effort was needed to hoist Nimue off of her paws. Practically scruffing her like an angry pup was easy given how small and lightweight she was, but gods be damned those claws were wicked! The dire brute had to power through the little she-devil's kicking and scratching at his shoulders while he dragged her off into the cool water of the lake. He did have to admit, the cry he pulled out of her when his own unnaturally sharp claws found purchase in her back brought him a bit of sadistic delight, but really, she deserved it. She was always trying to pick a fight with him, so really she had been asking for it. That was his rationale at least as Rogue brought Nimue out into the water and threw her beneath the surface with his body atop of hers.

There was a loud splash, a rush of cool water across his body, and then an eerie stillness while Rogue lay there and held Nimue under the water. Of course she immediately began to kick and thrash underwater, but where Rogue had anticipated her giving in quickly to prevent herself from drowning, the crazed little bitch did nothing of the sort. Instead, she looked like she was screaming, but all Rogue saw from above the surface was a stream of bubbles foaming at the water just above her muzzle. Rogue's brow furrowed, looking down at Nimue like she was crazy—and then the water broke with another splash and sharp claws ripped across his snout just below his eye. "Ow! What the hell?!" exclaimed the fallen prince, recoiling just enough to get his head away from those flailing murder mittens. Was she trying to fucking blind him?!

Rogue can feel the sting left behind where her claws had cut his cheek open, could feel the warm blood running in thin rivulets down his face, but rather than yield, the pain just urged him to finish what he started. Amethyst eyes narrowing and lips peeling back from pearly teeth in a dominant growl, Rogue pushed his weight back down, attempting to slam Nimue down onto the lakebed and hold her down as deep underwater as he could. If he could keep her held down, maybe he could use their size difference to prevent her paws from reaching up to his face again. He could deal with a few bites and swipes to his broad, muscular shoulders far more easily than his vulnerable face and eyes could. It was a risky move, because if she didn't submit or succumb soon, then Rogue would still have those paws coming back for round two at his eyes. What the actual hell was wrong with this chick?!

Rogue vs Nimue for Brooding Brawl (Dominance)
Round 2/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Obsidian Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bracers
Companion 1: Sparrowhawk, Male - Perception
Companion 2: Jackal, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Black diamond scruff quills - Defensive
Mutation 2: Black diamond retractable claws - Offensive
Skills: Novice Fighter & Advanced Intellectual

"Rogue Klein"