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A sudden gasp from the opposing let's Arashi know that breath was stolen, if even for a moment. He dare not look to revel in his triumph, however, for his grip would be held strong.

Alduin had certainly not enjoyed the hound's tricks. The groan of displeasure and snarl of agony and fury combined were his giveaways. Teeth that had before scarred the man's face came down brutally to meet Arashi's head. They gripped for anything, tearing at fur and skin. There was pain and writhing within, but no voice would admit so. This fight would end with submission to the stronger, not by hasty surrender. 

Continuing to grip the boy's forearm, Arashi tugged hard. By now, much strength from loss of blood and weariness had been driven, but the hound was determined, thus leading him onward. If only he could pull hard enough, Alduin could be met with loss of balance and be sent sprawling over the earth. With this outcome, another disadvantage would present itself against the arrogant boy. Arashi would have the perfect path lain open to lunge for the throat. Revenge would be sought. The body would be shaken as his head had been moments before. Fur would be ripped and flesh would be scorned. Blood would pour and leave his mark. Alduin had chosen to ignore the given warnings and underestimate the man presented before him. He would reap what he'd sown. These consequences would be endured, willingly or not.