08-24-2012, 01:13 PM
Raoth wasn't thinking about how much pain he was in. He was trapped in the battle, his mind fixed on his target. The training he'd been given was not good for getting him to stop. Raoth was a machine trained to kill, and the one to trigger this laid before him. There was no thinking, just following with strike after strike, feeling the rage inside him burn and send him to keep going. He felt his opponent fell back, the young male mercilessly following after him, despite the ragged wounds covering his own body.
The strikes halted, Raoth not realizing at first that there was an absence of new blows to block, just continuing to hammer against the arms that were raised up. The gasped words almost didn't filter through, only the slightest twitch of his ear in response. For another minute he fought, then the coyote managed to stop himself. The grey male was now a crimson hue, from both the stranger's wounds and his own. His breath heaved as he breathed, measuring the one before him. Helotes' training kicked in thankfully, ways to take an opponent down without killing them. He lifted his arm, and prepared to knock the male out cold.
The strikes halted, Raoth not realizing at first that there was an absence of new blows to block, just continuing to hammer against the arms that were raised up. The gasped words almost didn't filter through, only the slightest twitch of his ear in response. For another minute he fought, then the coyote managed to stop himself. The grey male was now a crimson hue, from both the stranger's wounds and his own. His breath heaved as he breathed, measuring the one before him. Helotes' training kicked in thankfully, ways to take an opponent down without killing them. He lifted his arm, and prepared to knock the male out cold.