Yeah, For Seymon- Branch off of Sherman's March to the Sea

WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! the wicked high-pitched laugh of the coy-dog's voice rang through the air as he ran rampant. There was fire everywhere! He continued to send the cocktails from his arms, the firey and icy gaze of the male turning into something almost manic looking. Fire, burn, burn BURN. The flames were Dancing, and he felt like he was the devil for once. He felt empowered. He wanted the whole plain to be burned down. He wanted more and more of the land consumed with flames. He had long lost sight of his leader and back up by now, simply because he was the one who was supposed to be setting fires. He'd return when he needed to. For now, he was running around, being a maniac with setting aflame the village. LET IT ALL BURN! the coy-dog screamed out, throwing the last two out into the distance. It was then, something hit him.

It was a rock? Cotl got hit with another one before he realized that there was someone dahlian not far off, throwing them. Cotl growled and finally drew his sword. There was another rock heading straight for him, bigger than some of the others, and it hit him right in the middle of his forehead. Cotl stopped for a moment and his hand went to his head. Ouch! the male let out a yelp before he had stumbled back and shook his head. The impact wasn't hard enough for him to be knocked out, but it sure did give him a headache. Cotl growled again before focusing on the form of the one who threw the rocks and he charged, the weight of the cocktails being lifted from his shoulders since he had finished throwing them. He was swift, and in matters of seconds, Cotl was up at the other, his sword dancing through the air before him, slashing at the other male. The other better be quicker than he was.

Then it shall <3 Have him miss or whatever, he's just blindly swinging his sword now. Easily disarm-able. feel free to pp.

Cotl had been charging up to the other male, who was swinging a sling still. The small male had seen the rock coming straight for him, but he was quick to drop to the ground, hands down on the ground, and his body flat. Once he was sure that the wolf would have to find some more to reload and throw, Cotl took advantage to again, get closer to the other. Cotl's first strike was an upper slash, his sword scraping the ground before he thrusted up. He had missed this one, he knew for sure because he heard the sword still singing in the air. How he missed? He didn't know, he probably just misjudged the distance, the fire and smoke getting in the way of his sight now. He would probably have an easier time on all fours, but you couldn't use a sword on all fours, so he would have to work with what he got.

Since his uppercut was too far away, the canine had stepped forward twice before started to swing blindly into the smoke, hoping that he hit the male that was throwing rocks at him.

<3

Cotl had been swinging madly, only feeling resistance twice against the blade. That means he hit something twice out of the many slashes he attempted to make. The wolven before him had taken his own blade though, and countered. Cotl saw the strike coming towards his stomach, and he twisted his sword to block it. Mistake #1. He left himself in a position that he could easily be disarmed, and that was exactly what had happened. Cotl let the sword fall to the ground, and he jumped back a few paces before falling down on his four legs. He was trained to fight with his hands and teeth rather than a sword or weapon, so disarming him was more like a blessing than a curse. Cotl now would have to make sure he didn't get hit in the wrong place though, because without a weapon or armor, he would easily be able to be sliced open by the other armored male. Cotl knew where he was going to aim. He was going to aim for the face. It was the easiest way to win a fight. Blind them, and they cannot see you. Therefore they either run or be killed. He had been taught this trick, and it was stuck in his brain to fight at the face instead of the body. Because anyone can get their arm sliced up and just use the opposite to fight instead of just that one. If you were able to fuck up the ears and nose while you're aiming for the eyes, then you knocked out three of the five senses. The only other two senses that they had left were taste, touch. Taste would be hard to get rid of, as well as touch, so knocking out the other three senses was what he would be aiming for. Two out of three would also work.

The rust male had shook out his pelt for a split second before he had charged at the other male on all fours. He had hoped that the smoke would cover his appearance a bit, just so he could be noticed later than normal, but the wind did seem to want to be on his side. Cotl's excitement rose, the two battling around the blazing fires that were getting bigger and bigger. Cotl let only a small ping of worry cross him when he thought about how the fire might close him in, leaving him no room to escape from the wolf brute in front of him. Fangs bared anyways, the little monster had launched himself at the wolf, aiming to sink his fangs, and/or claws into the male's face.