Tinaro vs Starling

 Starling would gasp as his teeth didn't make impact, feeling Tinaro shift and lean to his right side. Left limbs would lift but Starling was too surprised to counter act. Naturally he'd take a few steps back from Tinaro, his legs shaking as wide blue eyes watched for movement. It didn't take long before the older boy would push forward, throwing his forehead into Starling's lower chest. (Painful bruising, requires Dandelion, can possibly find in the plains) He yelped loudly, feeling the fire of his blood rush to the point of impact, his tail tucking under him as he tried to hunker down closer to the ground. But he didn't move, he didn't back away or run (as much as he wanted too). He tried his best to growl, lips curled over unsure teeth, brows furrows and ears plastered against his skull. He'd aim with open jaws towards the back of Tinaro's neck, along the top of the Trapezius muscle (Reference), hoping to get a solid grip in the muscle. It was surprising what pain or fear could get a young child to do. His legs would shift, shaking but spreading to hold his balance. In the seconds it took for Tinaro to hit and for Starling to try to counter, he felt teeth rip into his flesh. A loud squeal would pull at his throat, eyes wide as his flesh opened. (Open wound, horsetail to bind, possible spiderweb to hold in place, find along the rapids) The blood would seep and he'd whine, pulling away from any grip he might have been able to get, trying to sink to the ground as quickly as possible to try and keep Tinaro from spraining or straining his limb, to try and hold his head in place to keep the damage minimal. He wanted to forefit, but he merely gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes despite the tears and the scent of blood in the air. No, he decided, he couldn't do fighting.

Starling vs Tinaro
Round 2/2
"Italian"