Spade

@BeastCanon “That right there!” He pointed at Jon with a snarl. “That attitude is why I’m gonna kick your ass, I don’t need any reason other than that.” Spade dropped to all fours to charge at Jon, leaping when he got close enough to try and wallop him with another punch to the face.

@ViceVentus ❝ Why the hell do you want a fight so bad, ❞ Gallon snarls while getting up and patting the dirt off of himself. ❝ I don't want to fight some kid like you, just leave me alone. ❞

Upward stretches. ❝ Mmm... I feel better after lying down. ❞

@BeastCanon -up a fight.” He beckoned the larger wolf to come at him with two fingers…followed by a rude gesture with his middle one. “Gonna make it all the sweeter once I beat you for real!”

@BeastCanon Spade’s cockiness left him caught off guard as his legs were similarly caught by Gallon’s vice of a leg grip. “Wha—!?” He sailed through the air a couple of feet, before landing roughly on the dirt. Shakily standing back up, he’d spit on the forest floor. “Bout time you put-

@BeastCanon Lazily walking over to his fallen opponent, Spade would roughly stamp his foot onto Gallon’s chest with his arms folded. “Hey, hey, who said you could take a nap here?” He sneered, digging his heel down a bit to put on the pressure.

@ViceVentus and his vision blurred once the knee connected to his snout. "HNFF-!" He groans in agony and snout scrunching up. If Spade let go, the werewolf's head launch away, and he'd fall onto his back near the base of the tree with some blood leaking from his muzzle and his gut bruising.

On a cool evening night like this, Spade could be found resting on the rooftop of Claire’s house. Arms acting as a pillow for his head, he stared at the moon above as if in a trance.

@BeastCanon His hands reached up to rest behind the larger wolf’s head. He yanked as hard as he could while hiking up his knee, aiming to bash his opponent right in the snout.

@BeastCanon A cocky grin easily found its way onto Spade’s muzzle. His fist pulled back and fired again, like the piston of an engine. He aimed for the same spot every time, getting as much pain out of it as he could before finally letting up. Then, just when Gallon would think it’s over,-

@BeastCanon “Gotcha!” Spade exclaimed as he kept on the offense. Following Gallon to the tree trunk he’d rear back a tightened right fist. Then, with the ferocity of a sudden gust of wind he’d throw a punch into the taller wolf’s abdomen.

@ViceVentus ❝ Khh-! ❞ Gallon felt his jaw slam into his skull which forced him back a few steps. He used a hand to latch onto the tree trunk nearby while he dealt with 💫STUN .

Spade cupped his hands and howled into the morning air, a powerful gust of wind returning his greeting as his open jacket fluttered in the breeze. “Heh!”

@BeastCanon -Before attempting to drive his head upward to bash Jon’s chin.

@BeastCanon A smug little grin found its way to his face as Jon finally tried to stop him. “Now that’s more like—OOMPH?!” That grin would quickly be replaced by wide eyes and an equally wide mouth as the breath was knocked out of him by that knee. “Grrrgh…let me FINISH!” He shouted,-

@BeastCanon “Like hell there isn’t!” If a punch wouldn’t do, then how about a tackle? Spade lunged at Gallon with arms stretched outward, poised to knock him to the ground.

@ViceVentus Gallon should've seen the second sucker punch incoming... ❝ Ghh-! ❞ But he didn't. ❝ There is... nothing to discuss... ❞ He growled between pained grunts and shoved the shorter wolf away.

@BeastCanon “Wh-?!” Spade would be momentarily taken aback by the fact that Gallon was just up and leaving after taking a fist to the face. Snarling, he’d grab the wolf’s shoulder and spin him again, this time to lodge a left hook into the martial artist’s stomach. “Don’t you ignore me!”

@ViceVentus ❝ KH-?! ❞ Gallon grunts after Spade's fist displaces his jaw for a moment, causing a bit of spit to fly off. ❝ ... ❞ Despite how angry he looked, Jon knew he had to let it go and with an annoyed grunt, he turns to leave again...

@BeastCanon Without missing a beat, a hand would reach over to grab at Jon’s shoulder as he passed by. Spade forced his fellow lycan to face him, before sending a fist right to the beast’s jaw. “Asshole!”

@ViceVentus ❝ ... I don't have time for this, ❞ Jon growls and shoves the wolf out of the way with his shoulders before walking away.

@BeastCanon “And I just said, YOU were the one who was napping near ME. So how ‘bout I ask you the same question, huh?” He leans up a bit, getting in Jon’s face.

@ViceVentus ❝ Out of all the places you could've chosen, you chose to sleep near a complete and total stranger? Did you really think that was a good idea? ❞

Spade drops to all fours and arches his back, really getting a good stretch in.

@BoiledWalking “Huh. What, like, just be myself and people’ll naturally see it?”

@ViceVentus “Intimidation comes in many forms. It affects different people in its own way, or needs the right push. I usually don’t need to try. That might work better for you too.”

"They look dangerous, but... It's hard to tell."

@BoiledWalking “…Why not?” He rose a brow with a frown.

@ViceVentus In response, the hybrid scratches his fin. “Well, if you want to, but if it were me, I wouldn’t push that side of things.”

@BeastCanon “What kinda chump do you take me for? I’m aware of my surroundings at all times.” A very obvious lie. “Besides, whaddya mean wrong forest? I can nap wherever the hell I want.” He crossed his arms.

@ViceVentus J-jackass!? ❝ I think you fell asleep in the wrong forest. Or maybe, you're just careless and didn't notice me laying down, ❞ he grunts.

@BeastCanon Spade’s own ear twitched in turn, as he looked directly at the werewolf…and immediately hopped backward. “Gah! Hey, this was a one wolf napping zone, jackass!”

@ViceVentus An ear twitch... ❝ I'm giving you five seconds to tell me who you are before you get a swift kick to the ribs. ❞ Jon growls.