The two behemoths locked eyes with one another across the ring, slowly stepping inward toward each other. A worgen stepped forward with a torch, watching both, waiting, then lit the pyre next to the ring, signaling for the combat to begin. Both of the combatants rushed at each other, lunging from their positions, seemingly eager to engage each other. Iylldrraen nearly reached his top speed before he made contact with Garamon, the great lumbering bear mass shifting on his hind feet only moments before the two were close enough to feel each others breath, rising high and throwing his massive front legs upward in a fierce uppercut, making full contact with the worgen's head. Granted, he couldn't clasp his paws together, but the sheer mass of them and the strength with which he struck pushed the worgen's head up and back a bit, though Garamon seemed unphased by the blow, simply stopping just out of reach of a slam from Iylldrraen.<br/><br/>While the bear-druid's thick belly and hide were exposed, Garamon was no fool, instead leaping up and arching down upon the bear, returning a similar blow to his head as Garamon clasped his hands together in a ball and connected with Iylldrraen's thick skull at an angle, forcing him to turn in the opposite direction that Garamon landed and rolled away. Garamon wasted no time and was on Iylldrraen as soon as his feet touched the ground, lunging at Iylldrraen's back and latching on, trying to get his arms around the bear's enormous head and neck. Iylldrraen smiled inwardly, instead using his gaping maw to latch onto Garamon's arm as his arms struggled to catch his legs and he spun to gain momentum. Garamon realized what Iylldrraen was doing all too late as the massive bear thrust his body backward and down, dropping his full weight upon the worgen. A loud, snarling grunt burst from the worgen as nearly all of the air was expelled from his body. Though he hardly had the strength to re-engage Iylldrraen, he forced his body up, moving away as the formidable bear charged at him again.<br/><br/>Garamon took another hard hit as the charging bear body made contact with his, launching him across the ring and nearly out of the other side. While it appeared that Garamon would loose this fight, not a single member of his back snarled, growled, called out, or behaved in an otherwise threatening manner. The stood composed, silent, respecting the personal battle between the two. Iylldrraen stopped short, allowing Garamon's body to slide away from him. When Garamon did not rise he approached cautiously. A loud snarl welcomed the bear, instinctively forcing him up on his hind legs, ready to pounce down, though Garamon had already moved away, launching his powerful legs at Iylldrraens, kicking one inward and forcing the bear back down. The worgen then launched into a flurry of double-fisted attacks, which still stung despite his thick hair and skin.<br/><br/>Garamon was a frenzy of pummeling strikes, desperate to keep Iylldrraen down on one leg, desperate to keep him from recovering. In this blind obsession Garamon didn't see the calculating eyes of the bear, which meant he didn't see that upward-arching paw as it connected squarely with the worgen's head, staggering Garamon as Iylldrraen regained his composure. Even with the sharp pain in his leg, he was able to lunge at Garamon, thrusting both paws upward in a full body blow, continuing to stagger the worgen as those powerful bear paws came back down, forcing the worgen to the ground. Iylldrraen was quick to pin the worgen, the two facing each other one last time as that gaping ursine maw opened wide.<br/><br/>Garamon snarled defiantly, panting and bleeding. He tried to rise but powerful bear paws rose, slammed against his shoulders and pinned him back. Exposed bear flesh on Iylldrraen's paw caught the worgen's eye, and in moments his teeth were latched to Iylldrraen, digging into his skin and drawing blood. Garamon's blood, mixing with Iylldrraen's blood. Immediately there was an uproar in the camp, some howling in victory, others snarling in disapproval of the dishonorable move. Iylldrraen could already feel the sickly symptoms affecting his body, invading his blood. Looking down, seeing Garamon's bloody, snarling smile.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>