No Mediocre

She would let out yet another snarl as the male would continue thrashing her by the scruff, Misha still attempting to get out of his grip. She would feel his grip alter for a second, and she used that time to her advantage. Defenses kicked in as she would display her weight evenly between both of her hind legs, claws scraping against the barren terrain for better traction and balance. Her tail would align with her spine and her hackles would raise, shoulder scruffs moving forward along with her hackles. Her eyes narrowed and her ears pinned against her skull just in time as Atlas would snap his jaw on her shoulder blades once more gripping her with his fangs. Misha would twist her neck around, snapping her jaws near the male's face. If she were to succeed, she would drag her fangs along the left side of the male's cheek/muzzle.
FIGHT
Round 3/3
Misha vs. Atlas for spar