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Slight PP of Tyrr absolutely crushing Reek. PM me if you want me to change it, never done a fight thread before, so the whole thing is kind of new to me.

Tyrr definitely had the bastard in size. He absolutely dwarfed Reek by about, well, fifty pounds. In no way, shape, or form would this end well for the ragged wolf, but he still exploded into a fit of tooth and claw as he aimed his bloody muzzle at the brown wolf's soft neck. But, shit went south fast. This was a bloodbath. A mistake. Tooth and claw ripped into the ragged wolf's side. Crimson blood, Reek's blood, stained the white snow a deep Scarlett. With an audible pop, and a twist and pull from Reek's adversary, he could feel the ball of his front left shoulder coming loose of the joint... only to lay limp and immobile in front of him. The was no way the bastard would live if this slaughter continued.

Reek bolted awkwardly away as his soot crowned queen called for a retreat. He ran with fervor and as fast as one could with three working legs as he tried to rendezvous with the rest of his pack. Hopefully, the brown fighter would accept his victory and choose not to pursue the injured wolf and give him enough time to reach relative safety.