Lo, there do I see my father (RAID)

Kapra had no intent of giving up. No, not on this fight. Adrenaline coursed through his veins like a raging wildfire, the pain of Felicien's failed attempt to ruin the sight on his other eye pulsating dully, but not enough to ruin his focus. His tail remained splayed out behind him, his legs bent slightly as he kept his weight spread between all of his limbs. His teeth were bared, stomach tight as he tried to snap upward at Felicien's throat but it seemed he would duck his head down and aim to grasp at Kapra's muzzle. His head would try to duck out of his grasp, feeling the other man's fangs digging into his muzzle, giving mild lacerations around his snout.

Not willing to let this be the end, he would aim to pull straight away from Felicien's grasp - uncaring as to what flesh might be torn from his muzzle in the process. A low growl bubbled from deep within his throat, his toes spreading to grip the soil and provide traction as he moved in for another strike. This time, he wanted to take the other man down, and he would try rush forward with all of his weight and head to plow straight into him, aiming slightly to Felicien's right and directing his parted jaws toward the crook of his shoulder and neck, hoping desperately to injure him.

Round 2 / 2 for Raid