Hunching his back, but remaining on all fours, Shak'arg once more circled his adversary, arms spread and showing all four talons upon each paw. His mouth closed as to better see the beast as it reared up to full height as well. Moving in slow tandem, each exchanging snarls and hisses. Spitting and cussing this way and that in Feralkin. The Ikia, Gock, it called itself, swore threats of blood and death, mandibles flexing before it dropped to all four and lunched!<br/><br/><span style="color: #660000">"Come now dear child... We both know the truth... You've been hiding secrets again... And you clearly failed your shielding lessons..."</span>Her father tapping the side of his head as he looked her in the eyes, rows of pearly white teeth showing.<span style="color: #660000">"Did you really thing to hide your escape from me? My dear, I TAUGHT you everything you know... Everything..."</span>Letting the words trail off as he looked back, watching her mealticket duck another haymacker, only to be pummeled by a followup swipe that sent it across the small arena.<br/><br/>Well... That hurt, the deathworlder mutt thought to himself, shaking his head and, rather then look up like a fool, threw himself into a lunging roll without thought, Gock  shoulder checking the wall not a moment later, outstretched arms grasping dust and air as it screamed in frustration. Turning the roll into an all fours run, Shak circled back, his foe getting to all fours to give chase, yet he was already corkscrewing, twisting to change direction and meet the beast head on!<br/><br/><span style="color: #660000">"Mmm... I will admit, it DOES have fire... Just, like, you... And tell me, my dear child, can you tell me what else you both have in common?"</span>Looking away again, giving his wife a coy smirk, then another gaze upon his daughter. Completely ignoring as the mutt leapt up and over the giant's head, claws raking back and teeth sinking into spine.<span style="color: #660000">"You will <i>Both</i>, have your fire extinguished..."</span>And so turned back to the fight, suddenly blinking, then frowning as he watched his rival's prized beast thrash and flair, clawing open wounds into it's own back in an effort to dislodge the little pest... Shak'arg's rocky leather hide offering greater resistance then the supple, frail blue flesh. Blood weeping and spraying, regeneration straining, and failing to keep pace...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>