Ankyra Sound [VS] into the primitive

Perhaps he had not expected to be the one challenged so soon after the victory, but he should have. There was bound to be those ruffled by the fact that Vaati had been mere fresh meat, before forcefully taking a rank higher than he likely deserved. Had someone pulled a move like that in the dark woods, he would not have allowed it. That mere fact alone is why he does not meet the call with explicit rage, but an expectant callousness; prowling his immense frame forth in the direction of the stranger. Vaati sizes the other up, his chest seeming to swell with pride, flaunting his newfound rank before the challenger’s eyes. He his fully aware he has what the other desires and he finds it amusing, a flicker of wicked hostility in the depths of his optics. With this display, the scarred man dangles the taunting smirk of arrogance before the other, as if to say 'come and get it', without actually saying anything at all. It had not been personal when he took the gamma rank from its former owner, but this… it was defiance. And there was nothing Vaati despised more.

Hackles raised and fully tensed, he snaps at the air with an ugly snarl, baring his incisors for the other to see. Behind him his tail swishes readily, awaiting first blood to be drawn.