Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

She moved to slam him, her jaws gaping to grab somewhere at him – likely at his neck to end this fight. Swift paws danced away from the encounter, and in retaliation, he pushed his own weight to attempt to slam against her in turn, this time his jaws aiming for her shoulder, or wherever he might be able to grasp.

Fatigue was beginning to set in – it had been awhile since he had sparred, and he could feel the ache in his muscles already. Still, he would not give up so easily, even if the ending result was becoming more apparent. He would never earn Tonravik’s respect like that, and determination only fueled him to become fully Tartok.