06-12-2009, 11:27 AM
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Both blows connected, but the boy did not attempt to defend himself. He did not attempt to do anything. Ezekiel’s muzzle twisted into a hooked snarl, frustrated by the display. It was unusual—it meant something. His hands remained low at his side, and his eyes had gone hollow. “You sound like a liar,” the Hydra growled, his bangs flopping into his face. Ivory claws dug into the ground under his feet, and the coyote tensed his body again.
“If you belong here then you better fucking prove it,” he spat, and rushed forward again. Still, he did not use his claws or teeth. He threw another punch towards the face, and kept one hand near his own chest, waiting for any sort of retaliation. [/html]