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He missed.

Rather than grabbing hold of a muzzle, his teeth met the soft flesh of his opponent’s neck. Which, although it wasn’t his intended attack, worked for him—until it didn’t. Caught up in the moment, he had forgotten to pay closer attention to his defense and soon felt jaws clamp down around his scruff. Put into an awfully compromising position, he let out a low growl, whilst his body remained still. After finding that he didn’t have a clear cut way of getting free—not without causing more damage than someone should walk away from a friendly spar with, that is—he allowed for his body to relax. With a muffled bark, he let Arrille know that he was giving in, naming him the winner.