Kylar VS. Uisge for DUKE

The behemoth of a man was ready, turning towards the male as soon as he had spoken the rank he desired. The another woman arrive and hissed words that struck a cord within him, this was not a rank for the light of heart and he would do anything in his power to destroy this male. He nodded towards the woman, a petite thing and young still but she as wise beyond her years an Kylar could appreciate that. So with a jerk of his head for the male to follow Kylar would turn and lumber off a short distance, putting space between their fight and the other ones striking up around them. Kylar's fights rarely shifted or moved much with his style o fighting but that wasn't to say that the other battles wouldn't move around. So as he found his spot the male would turn, sliding with an odd amount of grace around to face his challenger. Defences would side into place with practiced ease, neck arching, chin tipping up and lower jaw unhinging to cover his throat. Back would arch and abdomen tucked to gather his core strength up. Ears folded against his skull and eyes narrowed to protected the delicate features. One forepaw slid slightly forward and a hind slid slightly back as legs loosened and bent at the knee to absorb any shock that might come his way. Tail was half between raised and lowered, ready to be used as a rudder for sudden movements and ready to tuck if an attack came its way. "At your ready..." Voice grated and growled against vocals as lips curled back into a snarl and hackles raised to make his massive form seem even more imposing.

Kylar VS. Uisge
Round 0 of 3


Speech!