Yawning, a slate-gray coydog with white brindling wanders into the group. He appears to be a warrior in his prime, but he can barely keep his eyes open and they droop and threaten to stay closed with every blink. ”Ok,” he says, yawning again. ”Let’s get this over with. You and you, go on over there and fight.” He indicates Dylas and Artur with barely more than a nod of the head, then stumbles over to a ring of stones set into the ground in a circle and plops down. He doesn’t look much like he’s going to be awake for the whole fight, but for now he blinks sleepily at the pair. ”Don’t step out of the ring, I decide the winner, blah blah blah. Ok go.” His head droops towards Artur in a gesture that could either be him falling asleep or telling them to go first, but was probably the latter.

The coydog watching his next fight certainly didn't seem interested in anything other than a nap, but Artur stepped willingly into the ring, only to see his opponent was equally as young as the first one. Artur's ears pinned back in irritation. He was still hurting and tired from his last match against the Lirim boy, but he would still gladly take another of those fights over this. Circling restlessly, he barely waited for the coydog's lazy nod before leaping forward, attempting to pounce with both forepaws aimed for Dylas' right side of his ribs, seeking to knock him over. His jaws snapped, aiming for the side and top of the younger boy's neck a few inches back from his ears. His intention was to pin Dylas down and grip him there until he gave up or the coydog called off this ridiculous farce.


ARTUR vs DYLAS for TOURNAMENT
Round 1/?
Size: pup (no bonus)
Build: medium
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: N/A
Companion 2: N/A
Mutation: N/A
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Intermediate
Specialty: N/A

Okay, so he had stumbled and lost his last fight. But this time, he would win! Or...try, anyway. A coydog came up and paired him off, so Dylas followed. Long wavy locks covered one side of his face, causing the boy to repeatedly jerk his head to the side to get it out of his face. Piercing gaze locked on his opponent, noticing that the other "pup" was...older. Oh boy, he wasn't sure how this would go. His last opponent had been closer to his own age, but Dylas wasn't afraid. He clicked his teeth together, his growing fangs glinting in the light as he stepped into the ring. He watched the falling-asleep coydog for a moment, and by the time he looked back to his opponent, the older boy had already started running towards him.

The other boy seemed to fling himself at Dylas, aiming to strike him on his ribs. Dylas panicked for a moment, reacting a little slower than he should have. He braced himself as Artur's forepaws jammed against his ribs. Dylas winced, knowing a bruise would form, but since he had braced himself, his stance squared and all four legs equally spread to take the weight (a trick he learned to use from play fighting with his brother), he hadn't been knocked over. Instead, he let the other boy push Dylas away, the fanged boy swinging his hips away as he sought to turn towards Artur.

Instead of Artur biting where he wanted, the bite landed on the right side of his scruff instead. Dylas winced again, yelping from the surprising pain before gritting his teeth. Okay, now it was his turn! Launching forward, he aimed to smash his right shoulder into Artur as he opened his jaws, fangs glinting with saliva as he sought to dig those fangs of his into the fleshy spot where Artur's shoulder and chest met. His curtain of hair would likely get in the way, as annoying as it was. But it also sort of helped to potentially get in the way of any bite the older boy might try to do to his own face. Dylas didn't like getting a mouthful of hair, so maybe Artur wouldn't either.

DYLAS vs ARTUR for TOURNAMENT
Round 1/2
Size: pup (no bonus)
Build: medium
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: N/A
Companion 2: N/A
Mutation: Saberteeth (attack)
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: N/A

Due to failing to post in the allotted time the fight defaults in favor of ARTUR. Dylas must submit by fleeing, passing out, etc.

(( Sorry Dragon, you were technically late and the defaults are being strictly applied ))