Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!
First Impression: Well...this was a nice little piece of action...loved the idea behind this and the fight scene there at the end was really well executed too. Well...not too much else happened....but ehh...more details down below anyway.
Anyway let's get right to it,
Ivycove's green eyes peered through the dense bushes along with the other contestants. Two males were already in the Arena, Clawrake and Greycloud. Blood splattered across the white snow as they brawled, sending howls of pain and growls of warning into the icy morning air. Clawrake now had Greycloud pinned to the ground. Greycloud struggled to brake free, but the younger male was stronger.
Well...we're starting right off into the middle of the action here...well...that's a lovely place to start. It definitely hooks you right into the story, that's for sure.
Ivycove glanced over at the two Judge-Wolves, who watched with expressionless faces. She looked back to the battle.
Greycloud snarled as he tried desperately to get Clawrake off. But with one final yowl, Clawrake had sunk him mighty teeth into Greycloud's neck. action thee.
Clawrake lifted his muzzle to the sky and let out a long howl of triumph.
Well...that fight is most definitely over...lovely choice of names there for the wolves too by the way...they definitely feel appropriate to the situation here.
The Judge-Wolves summoned him to their side and one of them said, "Well done. Our next opponents will be Icemane -- and Ivycove."
A thrill of adrenaline rushed through Ivycove and she shook her shaggy black pelt as she stepped through the bushes, into the large circular clearing. To her right she saw a grey male with a white neck come through the bushes as well. They both made it to the center, where their eyes met, standing only feet away. Ivycove knew she should feel scared, at last nervous. But she didn't. One of them was going to die, while the other was going to walk away, only to risk their life again in the Championship Games. No, she felt perfectly fine, excited actually.
Well..I suppose coming to terms with a life or death situation is the best way to go forward rather than wallow in it...I mean it appears that these wolves are all fighting here of their own free will and not being forced to fight to the death here...at least that what I sense here so far.
"Three," one of the Judge-Wolves started saying, "two, one.... Fight!"
A snarl escape Ivycove's bared lips as she lunged at Icemane. He dodged to the side and she missed. He came up from behind, leaping onto her back. She threw him off and sent him flying into the snow. She rushed over to his downed body, hoping to end this quickly, but he had already jumped to his feet. His hackles lifted and he reared up and she did the same. She clawed him in the face and pushed all her weight against him, willing him to fall. He stumbled, but pushed back harder and she fell back.
Okay...nice little opening bout there...looks like this is shaping up to be a fairly well written fight scene from the little I've seen of it so far. The start of at least has been executed really well here.
Ivycove felt a sharp pain in her back and she let out a cry of agony. She rolled over and saw a rock there that she had not seen there before. Icemane was now standing over her, one paw placed on her chest, teeth bared. She could smell his hot breath on her face and she knew she was at his mercy. Yet, she still didn't feel afraid.
Okay...loving this so far...the fight is going back and forth quite nicely...we're getting the sense that these are relatively well matched opponents here.
Her hind foot shot up and her paw dug deeply into his stomach. He yelped loudly and fell off of her. She was instantly on her feet, letting out a low growl. Icemane glared at her from where he stood, nothing but rage gleaming in his eyes.
He leaped at her, but she was ready and met him half way. Having taken it by surprise, Icemane had no time for a defensive move and Ivycove found herself towering over him, both paws on his neck. She narrowed her eyes mockingly and whispered,
Well...that on looks like a bit of a more finalish kind of move here...well..well..well...looks like our protagonist here wins.
"Too slow."
Fear flashed into his expression as she removed her paws and clamped her jaws around his throat.
A little bit of a quip there...but heyy...you're allowed one of those and boom...fatal ending to the fight there as promised. Pretty nice way to end this little story here...yeah...it was a neat little story to read here.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall...this was a nice fun little short to read. I like the idea...it feels like it could be a scene out of some large wolf centered novel. At any rate, that's about all I've gotta say here.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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