Greatwater Lake Those Who Meet Must Part

"Holy fuck." Ikari looked up at the huge male. He hadn't budged. He didn't fucking budge. Ikari had felt something in his opponent move. There was no way something didn't at least shift a little. A rib, perhaps. But the fucking bastard didn't move.

"Hell, yeah, I'm gonna use some naughty fucking words ya goddamn-" He yowled as the other wolf snapped into his face, catching his ear. He pulled back, felt something tearing, then stopped, "Let GO you fucking bitch ass shit!" he screeched, "That's my fucking ear!" He would have said more, but a sharp pain from the same location cut him off again. He ground his teeth together, unsure of how to proceed. 

I mean... how much do I even really need that ear..? he thought, I mean... I've still got another one. Besides, I'd look hella rad with that tear. Yeah. Okay. Alright. I can do this. I just gotta...

He pulled, the world's least manly screech escaping his jaws as part of his ear was removed. 

"Alright. That wasn't so bad." he panted, "Kinda fun, actually!" he looked up at his opponent, "You don't look so hot, there, buddy. Ya tirin' out? Maybe, I dunno, this is just a suggestion... you could uh, back up a bit. But, ya know, just in case ya don't feel like it, maybe I could just..." he lunged forward, intending to grab at a clump of the wolf's fur. If he could break the other's concentration... if he could just distract him for a moment...