08-21-2012, 10:19 PM
The dog was trying to hold his ground, but Raoth had lost his temper. Unless the other submitted he would keep going, all logic drained from the violent coyote's mind. He had found his outlet, though he would have preferred a better challenge. Something to actually tussle about. Still, the exhilaration of winning kept the coyote going, waiting for the other to see that he'd been right, that he shouldn't have challenged the wiry coyote and left him in peace.
The dog snapped, just as Raoth had done when he'd swung his fist out for the first time. There was a clash, and he could feel teeth closing, tearing at his flesh. Madly he kept struggling, using every trick that he had learned. Claws heading to dig through the knuckles of the fists, legs moving to hook and send the dog to the ground, moving to grab his head and just bash it again and again against the ground. He was bleeding, but he didn't feel it, didn't back down, lost in the pointless fight.
The dog snapped, just as Raoth had done when he'd swung his fist out for the first time. There was a clash, and he could feel teeth closing, tearing at his flesh. Madly he kept struggling, using every trick that he had learned. Claws heading to dig through the knuckles of the fists, legs moving to hook and send the dog to the ground, moving to grab his head and just bash it again and again against the ground. He was bleeding, but he didn't feel it, didn't back down, lost in the pointless fight.