Hoshor Plains No one needs to hear your words...

K.O.! (nice spar. Hope these two meet again someday ;3)

The white brute visually traced the fiery woman's movements with a keen eye when BOOM — she lunged at him, using her powerful weight to knock him off balance. Azoniol's back slammed against the flooring with a loud thud, a painful grunt escaping his maws. 

That was it — the final blow that would decide who had truly won this spar. And as much as the prince wanted to get up and continue, Azon knew his currently weakened body would not allow him to continue on. So instead he would stand, slowly and steadily with pained muscles, head, chest — every part that had collided during their battle — and shook out the dust which had been caught in his white pelt. 

"I guess this win belongs t'you then, fair and square...."