The male would begin to grow irritated with each passing second. The females inexperience giving him a headache of sorts. He was dealing with an amateur, and he could have easily dispatched her would it have been a different sort of fight. As she came in to lunge at him, he would rise halfway on his hind paws and a heavy left paw would smack her in the face, away from him. A heavy growl would rise as he landed upon all fours again, sapphire pools narrowed as drool dripped from his maw. He wanted to badly to finish her off, but it was not his place to make such a decision. Even so, the irritation had settled into him, and he was not done. He would stalk forward, jaws parted as he stopped, his form towering over her. "Ye should pick ye're fights wisely next time..." He hissed to her. He was not done, however, for he wanted to do more damage. His shoulder bled freely, staining the white on his forelegs as he pondered what to do.
