Phantom Hollow Who the hell's to know

xD At the end of the fight he'd have a wound/s that would total to a damage of 7/10

Derg gave a twisted half snarl, half cry as fangs sliced into his scruff; releasing his grip. He had to use his size. The man latched his teeth into his adversary's shoulder, digging his hind legs in to push around in an attempt to free himself from those teeth that came from above and unbalance the other.
He tugged with force, snarling ferociously twisting his head and making his move by kicking off. 

Whether it worked, he'd find out.