For all of Leo's attempts to be particularly astute on the young coyote women's movements, he had failed to quite make the connection of her efforts to further cling to the ropes as any sort of strategic move. As far as he was concerned, the large savannah cat had her right where he wanted her. He almost felt pity for her in that moment. She had started out so strong and quick on her feet and in a matter of moments, he was assured her poor little frame would be in his jaws and at his mercy. The poor, little scared lamb. He shifted quite suddenly upon his feet, letting those powerful back haunches propel him forward in that feline like pounce that his own species was quite known for. His jaws parted, snapping at the air with the clear intent to capture the female. His large paws were already outstretched, those equally as sharp, giant claws ready to pierce flesh as he leapt towards her. The coyote remained within his sight, at least, until the very last second. Leo hadn't expected that she might be able to so override her instincts, her speed once again coming to her advantage as she dashed out of his way, his teeth nicked her ear before the Lion's frame collided into the steel pole of the fighting ring. A sound of surprise left the creature's mouth a that pain spread across his vision, the man unable to easily recover from that collision.

He could taste the blood in his mouth as the lion stepped back and away from the pole, the man shaking his head as he tried to chase away that growing headache. His body turned, attempting to try to find the coyote even if the lion was not yet fully grounded on those mighty paws. He was most certainly not ready for the young woman's continued assault. He was hardly in a position to defend himself as she raced towards him. Her teeth grasped at his leg, yanking and pulling at the tender flesh there. His head was thrown backwards as the lion roared in pain, his leg raised in an effort to kick her off of him and yet, the lion's foot met nothing but dead air as she once again danced away from him. He turned, moving with far more slowness now as he shifted to face her, his back leg limping ever so slightly from the wound she had left upon it. There was no denying that Leo was irritated, his legs were sore and the last thing he wanted was to put pressure on them. No - Leo wanted this battle over quickly. That growl once again reverberated within his throat as his gaze fell upon her, simply staring at that coyote for a moment in some effort to come up with some means to end this fight. He was tired of it.

He could smell that blood, causing his nose to wrinkle and his tongue to loll from his jaws. He could taste her on him and truly, that animal within him wanted her blood. It would be easy for his claws to rip her to shreds and yet, with his injured legs, the last thing he wanted was to put all his weight upon his legs. No, he had another idea. The lion shifted forward, hardly worried about that careful prowl he had regarded her with before. No, this gait was more purposeful as he attempted to corner her yet again. Those large jaws parted, intending to use his larger frame to his advantage. She was small and her neck would fit perfectly within his jaws, any attempt to dash away might only result in catching the more delicate spine. Malia would have to be quick and smart to get out of this one, particularly when Leo was so fixated on simply dealing the most damaging blow he could as quickly as he could. He wanted to see her down on the mat - tonight he would be the champion even despite her little cute attempts.

aiden tetradore

who is in control