Stavanger Bay take what you can, give nothin' back!

We rolled out this fight on Discord, rip.

He could barely get the words out before something big and royally pissed off bludgeoned its way through the trees towards the two of them. Firefly had just enough time to shift his body towards Yami as a means to block the oncoming shape from her path, just in case she was a target, and he felt - and heard - the roar of the wolf as he fell upon him. There was the familiar fierce burn of his flesh being ripped in to and as much as Firefly tried to brace against it, he couldn't help the momentum of his opponent's body as both swarthy wolves collided. He veered from the contact, hitting the dirt hard but not staying down for long.

Firefly roared in return; he knew pain and he knew his limits, but nothing could keep him down for long, even though the sensation of teeth tearing in to his wound-wrought hide brought back flashes of nightmare fuel. Had he known what Yami was thinking in that moment he would've probably lost his mind to laughter, because she was right — he was a complete fucking psycho moron who deserved everything that fate doled out to him. But he wouldn't take it sitting down. 

With a feral roar he rose up against the oppressive force of the larger man, snarling and snappnig his teeth at anything he could reach as he drove the warrior back. Firefly had survived worse than this — he wasn't about to let this guy take him out, even if it earned him more scars and lost him everything. He didn't have much left, if he really stopped to think about it - but there was no time to reminisce about his assorted poor life choices, he had a brawl to win.

Once he managed to get back to his feet Firefly was relentless; he was furious, smelling blood in the air and feeling his throbbing pulse as his shoulder leaked warm blood everywhere — the skull-faced stranger was the perfect opponent, and Firefly was ready to unleash hell upon him, using him as a scapegoat for all of the emotions that he had been locking away for so long. The hurt and the anger and the survivalist's guilt formed a great black pit inside of him, and then, he lunged.