06-05-2008, 02:55 PM
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The stupid little puppy was playing dirtier than he'd imagined. He did have to admit, however, that he was no wimp. He had expected a tremulous whimper or a loud yowl of pain. Although compared to Gabriel he was differently built, this black non-shifter was not a weakling; not something Lubomir would admit to anyone, though. And he wasn't stupid enough to try and flee. Hot blood rushed into his mouth and it made him swoon. But then more pain. The little bastard had his tail. Lubomir jumped back, growling fiercely. He could feel the shoulder wound throbbing and more pain in his tail, but this, this fighting, adrenaline-filled jumble of noise, scent and taste was too much to give up.
There was no strategy here. Lubomir had no time to plan attacks. Why should he? Brutal fighting like this needed no tactics. Just endurance. And in the back of his mind, he knew that this surge was only a rush of adrenaline, ephemeral, he didn't have the strength or stamina to resist a drawn-out fight. But he could sure make the most of this. He charged again, head low, aiming for the side. Feeling the blow connect, he raised his paw and swiped at the black wolf's face. A reckless attack, leaving his chest wide open, but then again, this side of Lubomir had very little regard for his own body.
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The stupid little puppy was playing dirtier than he'd imagined. He did have to admit, however, that he was no wimp. He had expected a tremulous whimper or a loud yowl of pain. Although compared to Gabriel he was differently built, this black non-shifter was not a weakling; not something Lubomir would admit to anyone, though. And he wasn't stupid enough to try and flee. Hot blood rushed into his mouth and it made him swoon. But then more pain. The little bastard had his tail. Lubomir jumped back, growling fiercely. He could feel the shoulder wound throbbing and more pain in his tail, but this, this fighting, adrenaline-filled jumble of noise, scent and taste was too much to give up.
There was no strategy here. Lubomir had no time to plan attacks. Why should he? Brutal fighting like this needed no tactics. Just endurance. And in the back of his mind, he knew that this surge was only a rush of adrenaline, ephemeral, he didn't have the strength or stamina to resist a drawn-out fight. But he could sure make the most of this. He charged again, head low, aiming for the side. Feeling the blow connect, he raised his paw and swiped at the black wolf's face. A reckless attack, leaving his chest wide open, but then again, this side of Lubomir had very little regard for his own body.