Redtail Rise till death do us part

If it was a tolerance that Prophet was testing for, he would find it in spades. Ratio was not a graceful or even tactful fighter but he could take heavy punishment without any sign of waning. It was a point of pride and it was also a huge weakness. Even if it was good for him, he did not stop - the scars in his pelt were a painful reminder of this stubbornness. 

Ratio leaned into the bite, feeling his flesh give and the blood to flow. Superficial - nothing worth worrying over, not even after the battle. He pushed into the jaws and leaned over Prophet, shoving the male with his body weight as he shifted the bulk of his stability to his hindquarters and put his weight in his upper half. He still wanted Prophet with his muzzle in the dirt.