An old coydog who had once been ginger with darker brindling but now has more gray on his muzzle than ginger and only a few dull yellow teeth left totters up to the remaining fighters and surveys them while sucking on his teeth. "You and you," he says to ARTUR and PYRRHIC in a faint, querulous voice. "Rest of you wait yer turn. Come on then, I haven't got all day." He leads them to a circle of stones set into a ring in the ground. "Iffen you get a paw out of bounds you forfeit," he told them. "Once you're done wearing yerselves out I'll decide who wins. You go first," he says to ARTUR. "Now git going!"

Artur hardly even glanced at the coydog that led them to the ring this time, so inured to the oddity of the beasts that he didn't even bother to register them. His attention was instead on his opponent, a pup nearly as large as he was but darker and stockier. He was relieved to find that he wasn't against one of the babies again, and wasn't particularly looking forward to facing one again. Several had moved forward in the brackets so unless he lost this fight he'd be likely to find himself across from a baby again, but there was no honor or glory to be found in such a battle. This would undoubtedly be different.

He favored his opponent with a cautious nod, letting his defenses fall into place as they walked into the ring. He stood coiled and ready, blue eyes narrowed intently on his opponent. They were closely matched enough that any misstep could cost Artur the match, and he'd be out of the tournament. He'd need to put his full effort into this to stay in.

At the coydog's indication, Artur immediately sprang forward without wasting a beat. He jutted his right shoulder forward, seeking to slam it straight into the left side of his opponent's chest, aimed into the groove between chest and foreleg there. Closely matched in size, Artur nonetheless had the edge in height and weight, and intended to use that to batter at his opponent. The left side of his chest was intended to slam into Pyrrhic's right shoulder a moment later, intending to drive the smaller male back on his heels. Jaws gaping and head angled to face to his own left, Artur attempted to close them on the left side of Pyrrhic's throat, lower jaw to reach beneath Pyrrhic's own jaw, upper fangs aimed behind Pyrrhic's ears with the hope of securing a grip around the Abraxas' throat and force him to submit.


ARTUR vs PYRRHIC for TOURNAMENT
Round 1/2
Size: extra-large
Age: < 1 year
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