SEVEN NATION ARMY
It was a slow and merciless match. Though, could anyone truly have expected anything less than that? Collision was fighting for his daughter--and while he carried traits that snubbed his ability to be a doting father greatly. He loved his girls dearly and dared to hear of a man that defiled them so grotesquely. They would all be given the same punishment he was so appreciatively rewarding Vixe with. Death was the only honourable thing the boy could be given. For the life of him; Collision sought no reason to withhold such a true offer. Ferocious snarls and quivering muscles only further accentuated the level of his distaste and anger.
Defenses were still perfectly held like so: His spine was in perfect alignment and 4 limbs were evenly spaced with weight appropriately distributed between each. His tail was out to act as a rudder and supplement his balance while his knees bent slightly to further reassure himself and his stature. Eyes were narrowed in on different vital points (as he constantly glanced around) and his ears were slapped back against his skull. His shoulders were raised to protect his vitals points and his neck was lightly coiled back to assist protecting him in fur, flesh, and fat. Paws lightly gripped at the earth below and slavering jaws remained open while his chin was tucked as much as it could be.
He could feel his teeth slide through the other's face and he could feel his own shoulder reverberate off Vixe's. though, his teeth had not met exactly what they were searching for--it didn't stop him from lunging his teeth back out, immediately, to try and grasp (with his top teeth) the bottom of Vixe's face where his jaw bone rounded into his muzzle the bottom set would attempt to wrap underneath his bone (under his muzzle) and he would, regardless of attaining a hold, slam his teeth together in an attempt to break Vixe's jaw. Hopeful, in his succession he could attain a hold and prevent Vixe from drawing near his own throat. Still, the gnashing teeth would result in Collision taking 1/8 inch cuts along the edges of his (mostly left) side lower face.
Simultaneously, his shoulder would attempt the exact same slam for he wished to mercilessly damange the boy. To be specific, one would find Collision -again- driving his left shoulder towards the center of Vixe's chest. Fall to me... his attacks were becoming less in number, more in aggression, and further in blinded rage.
round two