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Arlo surges for his shoulder, a similar motion to his previous, and Isengrim sees it. In the nick of time does he roll away from the other, coming to a scrammbled stop feet away. He is loosing his grip, and he can feel it; with a snarl and a savage shake of his mane and he lunges once more. This time, however, he crosses the line of spar and fight, and this time, he means it. Jaw wide open and claws extended does he leap, aiming to grasp the other's muzzle within his teeth. It is uncalculated and thoroughly impulsive but it is a retaliation that borders on true malicious intent and it is good enough to scar.