Dragoncrest Cliffs that wing is done for, cap

Artaax's smirk deepened as he saw the glint of irritation in his brother's eyes. The other boy's demeanor shifted as he moved in for another round, this time with more intensity than before. The other boy tensed as well in response, but was given little time to ready himself fully before Bobby was throwing teeth in his face.

Artaax tucked his muzzle down as Eske had taught them so long ago, protecting his vulnerable throat from his brother's attack. He jumped back, then stepped to the right to circle his brother, lifting his tail and head high in a show of dominance. There was an amused gleam in his eye as he peeled his lips back and gave a low growl of encouragement to the dark boy. If Bobby thought he would back down because he'd kicked the game up a notch, he was mistaken - Artaax welcomed this.

By the end of it, it was hard to say who exactly the victor had been. Unless your Artaax - according to Artaax he is always the winner. But anyway, the spar eventually settled and the boys hobbled back home together, laughing and jesting amiably  as though they hadn’t just beaten the crap out of each other for an hour.