Big Salmon Lake Be my Yoko Ono

let's get ready to rumbuuuuuule! (roll here)

Āzon's diversion from what would've been an akward conversation had worked, and a sigh of relief left his lungs — soon followed by a fiery, competative grin. The boy before him was quick to get into position and an amused chuff escaped his lips at the vulguar remark. "Now THATS more like it..."

The large brute got into a fighting stance himself, lowering his shoulders and tracing his hind legs backwards in the dampaned earth. "I may be a lil' skinny, but don't go easy on me, ya hear?" his current condition might slow him down against an opponent that was in much better shape than him, that was for sure, but practice would help him gain back some muscle (and hopefully improve his rusty movements).

His odd-colored optics observed the boy from a distance, looking for a target area before bounding towards his form with an open maw. The right shoulder was Āzon's choice of aim and he'd grab it in his jaws while pushing forward, attempting to push Bronco off balance a little. The grip was not hard enough to cause pain, but just enough to keep a hold on him. All he'd need to do now is find a way to shake Āzon off...