Ouroboros Spine run as fast as you can

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The moment Arverk's teeth snapped at thin air, he drew back as fast as he could and noticed with keen blue eyes that his opponent was doing the samething. Smart move. Maintaining distance was essential in a fight, that was what he was taught and no doubt what the Zeta was taught too. When he fought Tonravik, she did not seem to bother with retreating, perhaps that was because she was large in build and therefore maintaining distance did not do much good for her, unlike him. The swarthy whale was a sleek creature, the perfect mixture of strength and speed, to him, maintaining the distance was the key to winning a fight.

You attacked as quickly as lightning, then you drew back before your opponent realized what had happened to him and attempted to counter attack, this was how he worked, this was tactics that would benefit a wolf of his physique. And when your opponent charged at you, you don't try anything cunning until you're sure of their weaknesses, you moved out of the way as fast as you could. It might have been a great opportunity, but unless you're 100 or 99 percent sure it would work, you dodged, you evade, you danced the dance that all wolves knew.

This fight was not over until one of them were truly defeated, and the Roman was going to make sure that it wasn't him, and he would be damned if it was. Either ways, he was going to learn some valuable information from this fight, and his skills weren't going to be rusty anytime soon. The Spine would benefit from this wolf's skills, whether or not he would stay was another matter entirely.

The wolverine charged at the whale, his outstretched neck appeared to his left but he quickly shifted his position and his jaws managed to clamp on the right side of his neck. Too slow, you were too slow, he thought to himself and unwillingly found the voice of his former trainer ringing irritably through his head. If this was a real fight, greenie, you'll be as good as dead. Arverk pushed those thoughts out of his head and shook himself out of the Zeta's firm grasp. He could be as slippery as a fish if he wished, he supposed there was a better reason to be named after a slippery sleek sea creature than his appearance, not that he knew what the name Tonravik bestowed upon him — Arverk — meant.

The Roman be damned if he would submit to the newbie, no, if this wolf wished to be shown respect, he would earn it. The moment he slipped free of the wolverine's grasp, the whale turned swiftly around and clamped his jaws around the Zeta's thick scruff, pushing with all his might, forcing submission. He would earn his respect.