Private fight!

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  • The cheers rang out as Caige walked into the stone arena. Well, it was a concrete pen....with a steele grate top to show the fight....


    Caige let out a bellow and listened to the cheers pick up, and he screeched at them, his chain taut and keeping him back from the other cage as it slowly opened to reveal....a gray-ish tom.....Steel....
    Caige smiled crookedly...another dummy to beat up and slaughter....

  • Steel moved forward a bit he was unaware of what was happening.He turned his attention to the crowd cheering,it didn't sound like it was for him.Soon he turned his attention to Caige and looked at the smile.It freaked him out.So he looked down to avoid the freaky smile.

  • The tom tugged on his chain and the bell rang out and his chain went slack. A screech of battle hit the air, shattering the cheers and making the ground shiver as the huge beast came forward in a charge, teeth yellow, sharp, and long, all coming at Steel's face with a rabid laughter....

  • Steel was caught off guard and he jumped back in fear."What are you doing?!"He asked fear in his voice.He looked at the tom scary features the sharp teeth the wicked laughter.

  • "Giving you memories before death!" he screeched, sending claws and teeth towards the tom's eyes...

  • He tore at his face, drawing back his lips in a cackle, insanity coating his gaze and tinged in his laughter as the maniac attacked the tom at all angels, using the walls to rebound and slam back into the tom...trying to beat him to the ground....

  • Blood came off his pelt and he ignored it, rebounding off the wall once more to open his jaws to snap them down, aiming to bit down on the small muzzle....

  • "no! you die, I win, and you can walk around as a lonely, dead, soul!" he screeched, happy his prey was actually moving.

  • He strtetched out his jaws, eyes vblazing wild and crazed, his claws ready to meet the tom when they met in the fight, the cheers and cries filling his ears with a need to kill....

  • He snarled in rage, trying different moves, ones unexpected to try and throw the tom off...

  • He bore his teeth in a screech...but the tom flashed his head to his side so his neck met the the lunging tom's teeth....