You think you got what it takes? (YFIR WARRIORS)

As Laufey had suspected, the two attendees would be facing off. The behemoth turned to look at his opponent and was unsurprised to find the other's one-eyed gaze already locked on him and sizing him up. Flashing a wickedly gleeful grin, the brute moved in the hopes of facing Vereux head on and at a distance of eight feet. Blind on the left side, eh? Well, he was going to have use that, now wasn't he?

Alrighty, apparently he was going first. The brute dipped his head to make it known that he understood, but offered no verbal confirmation. Instead he quickly set his defenses by widening his stance and bending his knees slightly as his toes splayed and his nails tipped down to dig into the dirt. Along his back, Laufey's hackles rose as his tail lifted to become level with his spine. His ears flattened and his eyes narrowed, lips curling to wrinkle the skin around his eyes. He rolled his shoulders forward and tipped his chin down modestly to make his throat an undesirable target. The brute carefully found his center and balanced his weight over it, muscles tensing as he waited to see if his opponent would make the first move.

Kicking forward, Laufey attempted to close the distance between himself and his opponent rapidly. He sought to build up as much momentum as the distance between the brutes would allow. A split second before his attack, Laufey dodged to his right in an attempt to line the front of his left shoulder up with the crease between Vereux's right shoulder and chest. Laufey jutted the front of his shoulder further forward in the hopes of driving the lower portion of it into the aforementioned crease. He intended to partially dislocate his opponent's shoulder and render it useless. Hoping to capitalize further on his momentum, Laufey also attempted to ram the lower portion of his chest (the length of it) into the upper portion of the middle of Vereux's chest. He was willing to bet he weighed a great deal more than his opponent and he was determined to use it to his advantage. The brute was hoping the impact would drive the breath from his opponent's lungs.

As his shoulder jutted forward, Laufey's left forepaw rose. He attempted to slam it down on the innermost toes of Vereux's right forepaw in the hopes of straining the fibers that held it together and temporarily rendering the paw useless. No one said anything about fighting fair. Hell, he was bent on using his opponent's useless eye against him anyway. May as well squash his toes or kick him in the balls if the opportunity presented itself. Winning was winning.

Finally, Laufey's head rotated to his left and his jaws flung wide as he attempted to lean forward and bite into the left side of Vereux's neck. He aimed for the point where Vereux's jaw met his neck. Laufey's crown tipped modestly to his right as he attempted to sink his lower teeth into the crook of Vereux's neck just below his jawbone and to the left of his windpipe. His upper teeth searched for a higher target, seeking to drive in behind the curve of Vereux's jawbone and directly beneath his left ear. Laufey sought a grip that would allow him to control his opponent's head. Katja had said not to permanent disable his opponent and Laufey had every intention of following that order, but that didn't mean he was going to go easy on him. Oh, no. He intended to make his opponent sweat every last second of this match.

LAUFEY versus VEREUX for SPAR
Round ONE of TWO