Ouroboros Spine Protect your chest, Warrior!

It started off fairly straight forward. They were evenly matched, it seemed as their efforts to gain the upper hand were thwarted by the other's skill and technique. All too quickly however, common mistakes were made. Kero landed blows that should have been easily dodged. This one was playing with him. Toying even. He held back his true talents and Kero moved to end this quickly. One final attack for the male's throat and the bear had enough. This spar was over.

The brown male stepped back and seated himself. Kero lingered on his paws, tossing his neck side to side as he stretched and appropriately cooled down from his previous exertion. Down dog. Up dog. Working things out while the muscles were still warm prevented later stiffness. He didn't need a limited range of mobility holding him back. Stretching helped. 

"You're not half bad yourself," he said, sinking down to his elbows with his butt in the air. His tail flicked behind him, once, twice, before it stilled. Kero pressed into his stretch, falling deeper into it as he glanced at the male before him. "Next time, promise me you won't hold back."