Moonspear i'll shoot a hockey puck at your teeth

The boy was acting even more wild and feral than when they had first met. Which mildly alarmed Behemoth but he had offered the boy a spar and he would take what he was given. Although now that he had teeth in him, he released his grip on the younger male. He wasn't sure if that was a foolish move but it was likely it was. Especially with how feverish he seemed.

He leaned his weight into the other male, fully prepared to bring them both down if neither one of them could keep their footing.