Request to Join the Pack

The newbie wasted no time in her assault. Reek readied himself— though, there was little time to prepare, and soon he felt Fire's teeth close in on the scruff of his neck. She tried pulling him down, but instead of fighting it, Reek let his body drop to use the force of her attack to his advantage. Speed was the name of the game. He rolled to his left side, pulling himself from the grip of her jaws, meanwhile, hoping that her momentum would send her careening into the ground.

He was no fighter, but he was a pragmatist. A strategist. And while he could not overpower his opponent with brute strength, he hoped to use her prowess to his advantage. Like a rabid dog, Reek snapped and growled at his opponent before launching into a counterattack. Taking aim for her flank, Reek let his teeth speak for him. He kept his blows blunt, of course, but he would not sugar coat his approach.