Forever in battle

The brute's forelegs opened up jagged, shallow cuts on Crescendo's stomach. Howling in outrage, Crescendo barreled into the males stomach, forelegs ready to cut flesh and maw open to bite it. At point blank range, Crescendo knew one of his attacks had to land. His own stomach was wet with blood, the dark beast turned crimson. He didn't think, simply thought.

Crescendo would later remember the silver one as a good fighter, in his opinion much better then Kieran or something, he had never really remembered the males name. Shouts during the battle had given him an idea of who was who, but he didn't remember names. He remembered scars.