@congresswolf | starter call
The raking of claws as they dig into his left cheek is akin to daggers piercing tender flesh. Being caught by such a swipe propels him back a step, a flash of anger rising hotly on his face, but evaporated just as quickly. This one knew better than to groan loudly in pain, denying his foe the satisfaction of knowing harm had been inflicted. No, all that the blond does instead is grit his teeth, gaze flinty as his divine ichor runs in streams from the gashes made. Refusing to back down, hands are clenched into fists, leading with the left as he drew back an arm and socked the lupine creature’s maw with a quick jab, taking care to grind his knuckles against the other’s snout as he followed this motion with a right uppercut, which connected with the underside of the lycanthrope’s jaw, intending to rattle him.
Where there a chance to end this fight with words, such a time was lost once blood had been drawn. For that offence, nothing sort of pummelling his foe would satisfy the humbled lord of thunder.
