Tsuna eat his, he wasn’t sure if he would but he was happy he did, that was a good sign, they had made a good move with that one and a good move putting them in with eight as well. As the were let out into there arinas Spax got closer to watch the fight very carfuly this was important as the training they had just done this would show were there tecnike needed work, were there moves need fine tuning.
Eight stood ready and heard shay walk out to join him and the others enter there side as well, he turned back to look at shay his face blank eyes dead empty, she looked nerves at first then shocked at something, he then turned to Cardinal and tsuna they were both looking at him and shay ready for the fight. They thought they were going to fight shay and him self, how wrong they were. He gave the most slight of shake of his head, if you hadn’t been looking right at him you would miss it completely.
What im I doing what do I care think about your self eight not them, if they want to servie the will have to learn fast, he thought.
He looked back at the other side of the wheel that was opposite the crates Darcia still watching like a omen hanging over head enjoying the entertament.
The humans were quiet and eight was falling into him self, it wasn’t fear that took hold only a hightend sense of what was around him. The whisper of human tong, the sound of claws on a hard floor, the humming of the blinding lights above, shay’s breathing behind him, the scent of fear, exsitment and blood. His body langwige didn’t change he looked like he always did, from a ignorant wolf view Eight would look like he wasn’t ready at all, but under all that his body was like a coiled viper ready to strike, his mucles armed and ready to fire, thow he was ready he always kept his body relaxsed he blev in a fight the body must be like water lose and free so one can reacted with out resistens with out thought on minet it can move in any dircion it wishes into any shape and in the next come hammering down on a target with savage strength.
Il tteach the others that…. no look after your self.
He heard the click he had come to learn to lisen out for. Very hard to hear it was the click of the lock before the doors crashed open to quiet for a human to hear a struggle for a wolf to hear if they didn’t no what they were lisening for. It came a split second before the door opened. He shot followed the before the door had full opend he was followed, before the crowed had been ready, before any other he had moved. A wolf shot out of the whole, its looks didn’t fase at but it didn’t take any thing to relise what had happened to that wolf. The wide crazsed eyes, the throfing jaws, the ravness snarls and growls. What ever had made that wolf a indervigral had gone, its personality its soul was gone, a empty shell, the thing had been pushed to far and its mind had cracked and now was use for nothing more then a desposerbal training equipment, a true broken soul.
Eight jumped to the left then the right then faked a left and came from the right, the mad wolf was to crazsed to see and read the move. These wolves were fears compedators, hard, powerful, desprate and unprodicterbal but there in lied there weakness they would never become better then they were now there anger made them good but it was there anger that gave them a limet hense they wernt that good for the fights any longer. All rage no thought behind it all.
Eight twisted around his apponet as it past opened his jaws wide and sank his fangs into its neck, he brought is lendary jaw power down on the bones. Then using the wolfs momentum and speed tossed it back away from him but he didn’t stop he spun on the spot still using the momentum and faced the open trap door once more.
Throw out the charge, attack and spin eight didn’t bear his fangs nore make a sound, no snarl no growl, he ownly showed his jaws at the last second before they sank into flesh, then his face went back to what it always was blank and empty but hard, the only when he was in the blood rush would he show his fangs and snarl like a beast from the pits of hell.
Eight had found that one of the most important trates in a good fighter was to be able to read a oppents character, and the best fighters were exstremly good at that, it helped one prodict anothers moves and how to counter them. often to oppnents would enter the ariner and just stare each other down to try and figer the other out. This was the one of the main reasons why Eight had learnt to even in the heat of battle to keep his face and eyes blank and unreadbal, it helped him keep his opponent in the dark on what his plans were. This was a skill that no matter how hard you pratised it you would never truly master it no matter who you were, eight had gotten it wrong many at times and so did the pros hence the scars but another good trate was to be able to adapt instently to any thing in a fight and he had learnt that well to.
The bones in the wolfs neck didn’t brake but they cracked as they fracshered the whole ariner heard the sound, there was a strange slience after the move, was it in ora if the move, was it all to fast or was it that carm before they screamed. The wolfs legs gave way, it hit the ground rolled then slide straight at shay if she didn’t move the body would hit her, the wolf wasn’t dead but it was out of the fight. As the wolf body came to a stopped and eight finished his spin the humans who were just there to watch roared with exsiment, then ever thing happened. 3 wolves charged into cardinals and tsuna arinar.
Another wolf darted into eights and shays and went right, Eight went after it. A second ran in and went after eight the replacement for the dieing one ran in, was about to go after the others instead but it stopped and turned its head slowly to shay its eyes wide and mad, it charged at her.
(guys right your own fightrs
) The mistress stood next to spax watching just as closely to the fight, normal the owners would only let in a opponent for each wolf but she figgered if they couldn’t take more then one they wornt worth her time. She always added three for to wolves at first to see if they would work in a team if they did it ment they could enter the fights were they would have a ali and face more opponents and work in teams, if they didn’t it wasn’t a problem, once she figgered out if they did ither she would add a forth mindless drone to the fight so it would be four on two a true test.
Eight cort up with the one that darted to the right, he span infront of it and it reared up, he matched it tussled with it before landing hit on its shoulder, he bit in quick did the damage the hopped away before quickly turned to face the one that had chasied after them, he did a simuler attack on that one then the first, he side step it bit down onto the back of its neck and let its momentum and his own strength to throw throw it to the floor as it went by then span around to face the other once more, exspect this time the wolf he throw wasn’t that badly injured it s only to get it out of the way for a quick second wile he fought the wolf in front of him. It charged at him with the madness that possessed it, Eight ducked down then lunged up so hit sank his teeth into his throat, he bit down thrashed quickly once then tossed the wolf aside, its throat now open its breath gergling as its death came flooding into its lungs.
The horrars of a battle not one on one, there were no quick deaths only fast ones so to move on to the next, worst mistake was like keeping a foe in your jaws to long, don’t over kill no need for a quick death it only left you destracted to long.
He span to face the wolf that he had tossed aside and only just in time, it was charging at him with blinding speed. This time eight did one of his other moves, he didn’t dodge it only move very slightly aside and offer the wolf a shot at the side of his neck were it was more mucel and fur, and if the wolf didn’t go for that he would grab the side of his shoulder. As the wolf collided with him, bitting into his fur eight did the same, but again used the wolfs momentum to rear onto his back legs still with the wolf in his jaws, lifting the wolf off the ground, then using his weight like a pendulum and his own power he lent back, arching his own back so not to hit it on the ground letting the other wolfs back take all the inpact. He slammed the wolf into the hard concrete, let go of it rolled back onto his paws in a flash then with out wasting any time tore the wolfs throat out. He rose to his paws turned but not fast enuf a wolf slammed into him knocking off his paws and onto his side.
He cursed his body and its state. He was exhursted it was effecting his speed, he was still malnourished so he was lacking all his speed and strength, what was keeping him alive in these fights was his exsprense and skill, which was enuf but he need his whole arsenal back. As he skidded the wolf tore into his side clusmsly it took to long, he pulled his back leg up and slashed it across the face, it howled and jumped back its eyes streming blood, eight got back to his paws not showing any pain and jumped for the wolf he grabbed by the back of the neck, instead of using his strength that he didn’t have he again used momentum he started to spin it around until he got some speed up and throw it at another wolf that was charging for him. As soon as he let it go he span once then ran after the wolf he had thrown. He before the wolf who he had thrown could get back up he jumped on it slamming it down and snapped its neck, then dived at the one he had thrown it into. He headbutted it hard, then slashed it across it across the face with his fangs, it was now on the back paw trying to walk backwords and get away from his attacks. Once he was saterfide it was to destracted by his attacks he grabbed it by the muzzle and put all his power down and twisted there was a horrbal crack and its muzzle broke, he then heved it and throw it across the ring, it was now no threat with out its jaws it was usless and dead.
He was feeling his body tiring fast the training had taken to much out of him he turn to have a quick glance at shay and the others. Why he cared he didn’t no.
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