Paws gathered beneath him, pushing his hulking form off the ground. The world came and went, filtering in and the out as his brain flickered back to life like a cold ancient light bulb. His intact eye blinked, helping to bring consciousness back to the lone and dieing wolf. There was nothing left for him, and even if he killed this male and walked away from this fight he would not be able to walk far. Still such a thought could not pass through his mind, nothing more then the will to stand and fight against the other male coming to his thoughts. Stand, he commanded. His head felt like two giant rocks pounding together. With one, ragged breath the male ran, propelling himself onto the other creature.
He could not jump high, nor far. Weakened beyond even adrenaline's influence. He could attck him from behind, though he thought little of tactics and very little of anything. They had clashed this way again and again and Minos only wished to repeat the course once more in the hopes of being the only to survive it. The green eyed beast turned, and Minos could not stop himself from falling upon him. It was a slow movement, ferocity lost with the weeping of his blood, and it was fire in his gut but passed through him effortlessly.