Blood filled his mouth.
The pressure he lay down on the arm burned through his jaws and face. His footing was not enough to hold and shake, and his hopes of ripping that appendage from its owner were lost in the rushing downward motion of the two beasts. The jostle of the fall must have freed the other's hand, the claws coming and raking themselves against his white, pure face. His eye! The pain of it cause him to blink furiously against the evil sensation. He clamped it shut, but his instincts told him to run, and paws moved downward not so much in the hope of cause flesh piercing gashes across the bare chested luperci. Red flowed freely from his wounded eye socket, and he could see nothing from the damaged sensory organ. It didn't matter, his second worked well enough but he could no longer hold onto the forearm that he had clamped upon. The beast was pushed backwards by the male's slashing hand, and he tumbled away from the male.
His face vaguely resembled pummeled meat, and he would never look that same again. All handsome features were left as mere remnants on his opponent's claws. The male found his paws once more, adrenaline leaking from every open wound, his heart beat so quickly and harshly that it only spilled more of his life onto the claim territory's new spring grasses. It was no longer the female that he battled for. He fought every beast that had claimed him submissive and only worth their beatings. He fought not for his life for Minos knew well that his life was behind him, and if he wished to see it again he would be smart to turn and run to it. No, he fought because he never had, he fought because there was a power in him that he had never truly had the guts, the balls to find and use.