Fraction threw his weight around, barrel-rolling to the left with a burst of wind. Reeling around within the air, he hissed and snapped open his maw, releasing a blast of his icy cold breath towards the offender’s wing-stalks. If they were frozen, movement would be…
Fraction whirled around, but was hit in the chest, getting a loud his as his wing-beat faltered for a moment before he shook off and dove downwards, talons extended as he aimed for the offender’s neck. Should he manage, he would hook his talons into the other’s scales and straight into their flesh, thrashing about and using his weight to lift the other into the skies
The male roared and turned, dodging the strike and instead clamping his own jaw around Fraction’s shoulder.
By now, Iyvee had pulled herself to the den entrance. She could see Fraction and the other bull fighting, and wished she could help. For now, she watched, trying to ignore the pain from her shredded side.
Despite the pain, Fraction hissed and lunged for the nearest thing. The male’s right wing. Clamping down around the stalk, he would apply pressure gradually, beginning to thrash and yank at the wing with loud snarls and growls.
And that was when the most sickening snap was heard, the make screeching in pain. He released his grip and fell back a bit, and attempted to regain his composure. However, the pain was too intense, and his next blast of fire was poorly aimed, just grazing Fraction. He was defeated, but wasn’t about to admit it.