It wasn't at all difficult to note that the other was a bit surprised at his presence - not because it was unexpected, but because he was a bit intimidating. It didn't come as a surprise to him, not in the least. He would keep his ground as his future opponent sized him up, his head tilting as he gazed at him and assessed him in return. "Thank you. My name is Áki, by the way," he would introduce himself, feeling as though it would be quite impolite to start a fight without even let the other man know who he was. May luck be with me, Horagalles, he would say silently to himself before beginning to shift into a more defensive position.
Keeping the distance of no more than half a dozen feet between them, he would instinctively bow his head closer to the ground and align it with his spine, his back straightening as he did so. His limbs would shift, his weight settling equally across his body, as they bent slightly so that if the other man chosen to initiate an attack he wouldn't be sent sprawling across the earth. Likewise, he found his toes spreading, claws biting into the soil for some semblance of traction. His bushy tail would unfurl from where it lay curled against his hocks, standing straight behind him to aid in his balance. His eyes would narrow, closing around his crimson stare, as his full attention fell on Ixionn. His normally friendly gaze grew more determined and fierce, and though his ears pulled back to press against his skull, and his jaws parted slightly as his lips twitched to reveal the smallest of snarls, there was no honest malice in his expression; only plain determination and a desire for a fair, friendly fight.
Once he figured Ixionn was as prepared as he would get, he would begin to rush forward, aiming to come from head on -- with his head angled very slightly to his own right. His movements would be quick as he tried to direct his parted jaws to Ixionn's left shoulder, opening them wider. The exact spot he intended to grab on to the flesh directly in the crook of his neck, between his shoulder blade and neck, hoping that once his bite landed he would begin to push most of his weight down into the bite. He intended to send Ixionn sprawling from the force of his greater weight, and leave him vulnerable for the next attack.
Round 1 of 3 (let me know if you'd rather do 2!) for Spar
(edited with permission from Eve)
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