The man was given his fighting partner and his yellow gaze slid over to the speckled man. Larger than himself, but built enough that Rhaegath felt that he was given a worthy opponent. A toothy grin was extended as the excitement rushed through his veins. He padded over to a section not occupied by the gathering of wolves and moved to stand with his back to the tree line. He was anxious to get it started and it showed as he shifted his weight back and forth between his paws as he waited for Ezra to come over. He could only hope this man's looks weren't deceiving, but even if they were, he had no intention of holding back any punches. He was here to bleed and make another wolf bleed. While he waited he lowered his head, ears pinning flat against his skull, and balanced his weight between all four legs. His neck and spine fur stood on end as he waited impatiently, his anticipation settling in. ooc: Figured you can post him coming over and getting ready and then I'll start the fight so we can get the three rounds in! Walk, "Talk" Think

Ezra shed his armor once he went into the area that had been designated for the fights, leaving it with one of his pack mates since he had been warned that there would be nothing to assist them in these fights. No armor and no companions of any kind. He told Aquila to go wait in one of the near by trees and he went out to meet his opponent, standing across from the dark, yellow-marked man that seemed to be fairly close in age to himself, sizing him up for a brief moment. He certainly had the slight advantage when it came to height, but they weren't that far off from each other and their builds were very similar. His opponent had those horns to keep an eye out for during their fight, but he had his own unusual feature as well that wasn't quite so obvious.

He smirked at Rhaegath's obvious excitement to get started and he was just as eager to test out the training he had been doing lately so he wasted no time getting his defenses set. Ears pinned agains this skull, paws set evenly and firmly underneath him, joints slightly bent and ready to spring one way or another, head even with his spine. A grin spread over his own lips, giving a slight flash of his unusually sharp, serrated teeth before he gave his eager opponent a nod, opening the floor for him to begin their fight.

Ezra Adravendi