Blackwater Islands I’ve got my contact high

The man is a warrior as well, Alduin can tell by his quick reaction time. The second the hellhound is slashing into his face he rebuttals his attack. That’s means this fight would be a fair one — a good one — a bloody one. Or at least Alduin hopes it’s bloody.

So when the other snaps back at him, Alduin can feel the flesh of his own face tearing. Blood seeps over his face and flies about to paint the sand a beautiful, deep red. So early in the fight too and the pair are already bleeding all over the place. Only a half a second later, the larger brute shoved himself into Alduin’s chest with a hard, muscular shoulder, easily knocking the breath from him. Snatching up his forearm another second later, Alduin growls savagely, drool and blood dribbling from his own maw and wine red eyes locking into the man’s downward form. 

A perfect opportunity…

His jaws would open wide, wide, wide, dropping his head down and locking his teeth into the flesh at the base of the other wolf’s skull. He isn’t quaint about it either. Biting less on his scruff and more on the back of his head where the skin tightens. He hopes one of his canines will luckily puncture through that thick head of his, but he doubts he will get that lucky. Still, when his teeth latch on, he would spread his hind legs in a more secure stance and shake his head viciously. Hoping to also make the man dizzy enough to yank his leg from his searching jaws.