Ravensblood Forest Looking for a fight?

ok, thanks! c: finishing round one & starting round two. For round two Drogon rolled a partial attack & partial defense.

The impact of his shoulder to the older male’s side is enough to jar the tundrian but he circles back as the collusion knocks the breath out Howl. Dragon waits for his question to be answered but it doesn’t come. He supposes it can easily excuse it as the fact that he’s temporarily knocked the man breathless but Drogon’s given an answer and feels that it’s only fair he receives on in return. “It’s your turn to answer.” The soturi reminds his sparring partner unabashedly. Drogon isn’t exactly a fan of talking and sparring because he’d much rather be focused on the fight but it was what they’d agreed to; and Drogon tried to be a man of his word.

Howl goes for his paw from his position on the ground and though Drogon is able to defend most of the attack the sharp pain of teeth puncturing his flesh is unavoidable. There’s no draw of blood though and when his paw is freed Drogon moves back to reposition himself for round two, muzzle tucking to protect his throat as he waits for an answer before he lunges forward once more, jaws parted as he aims to bite the Howl’s shoulder.