Ouroboros Spine run as fast as you can

Well...shit. The whale shook him off again and locked jaws down onto his scruff. Tatsuya grunted beneath the whale's added weight, realizing what he was trying to do. The Zeta locked his joints into place; indomitable. If there was one thing the wolverine lived for it was shaking the cage; challenging any and all comfortable fundament of their society. His resolve – his vital principle – burned just as hotly, if not more so, than the whale's. So no, he would not allow to be pushed down in the earth. As a matter of fact, he was outraged at the proposition.
INDENTAnd yet he waited...and waited...until the whale decided to adjust his grip on the back of the Zeta's neck to act. Lurching forward, he forced more of Arverk's physical property onto his front end rather than his hind end. The muscular tissue in his shoulders and arms ached viciously so he just as quickly kicked out one of Arverk's hind legs. The imbalance and uneven distribution of Arverk's weight caused him to stumble. Some fur from the wolverine's scruff was all he had in his teeth now and Tatsuya breathed a sigh of relief to be free of that burden. Rolling away from his opponent (some of his muscles still hurt – he needs a breather), Tatsuya stood out of harm's reach for the time being. Not wanting to engage again so soon, he backed up to widen the space between them, leery of the other.
INDENTThe drizzle was not insufficient anymore. It was raining hard enough to feel through his thick coat. There was no air current or arcs of lighting across the sky. The calm before the storm, maybe...or there would not be a storm. Just a cleansing shower. Either way, the wolverine groaned his approval. All this fighting was making him heated and while there was no zephyr to chill them, the precipitation was enough to solace.