The first victory now behind him put Azrael in a good mood, and it also put him in a mood to fight again. The wrestling, non-destructive aspect of this game didn't sate the bloodlust that always burned in some corner of his mind. Perhaps he should have done the magicka show, like he'd done some years ago, but no, that would have been no fun. He wanted a proper challenge.

He stepped out to his next match head high and chest burning with excitement, the glow ever so faintly brighter as he took up position. Claws were curled into fists, muscles rippling as he rolled his shoulders back and looked for the next opponent that he would crush underfoot.

Azrael watched his opponent step out with a sharp eye, already looking him over, noting its shape, size, and potential skill level. He had never seen this one before, but they were...similar. Same bipedal shape (generally, although Azrael had him up on number of arms), same size, but where Azrael was all sleek, powerful muscles and dark, pointed shapes, this one was composed of pure mass. It was almost overwhelming, the size of this creature, and how damn bright and colorful he was. Azrael snorted, with the mildest of disdain, but at least he looked physically strong.

Azrael readied himself, flexing muscles, crouching a bit, his stance falling from patient and dignified to downright predatory. A growl rose in his throat as he prepared himself for the imminent fight. "To a good battle, then," he snarled. His blood was already beginning to run hot.

Audland said nothing, and simply charged. Clumsy, straight-forward. Azrael would respond in kind. Once he was close enough, Azrael lunged. All four arms swung out one after the other, claws in, not particularly targeted or intense blows, but just a test, to gauge Audland's strength, resilience, and any skill he planned to put forward.

The blows certainly landed, sharp, quick, as intended, but the amount of mass on this creature just meant each hit sunk into fur and fat and the force was quickly dispersed. Well, that was that, then. Aiming at the stomach or chest would be futile if he wanted to get anywhere.

He had been prepared to take a blow himself as he closed the distance between the two, but Audland just...puffed up. No swing, no body slam, no anything. Just a defensive stance. Or something. And that pissed Azrael off. This was suppose to be a fight and his opponent was acting like a punching bag!

He snarled, trying to go for a stronger, more focused blow, but that too simply sunk into nothing. He paused and looked up at the creature that was supposed to be wrestling with him and hissed. "Are we FIGHTING OR WHAT?!"

Eyes narrowed at the attempted taunting, confused and affronted. Azrael was, if anything, extremely easy to anger, and dangerous to anger. But this was a special occasion, he couldn't let loose the full brutality of his rage. Besides, it was childish yapping and easy, baseless bait. He was a spiteful creature, but he was not out of control of his own emotions.

The indignation of the moment still caused the flame in him to burn brighter and the glow in his chest and eyes momentarily surged. But he remained in control, and didn't allow it to overtake him.

Instead, he raised another two arms to the hand that held him in a grip. One was still free, just in case. He gripped Audland's wrist and forearm and twisted them suddenly to the side, trying to force the valkhound to release him and perhaps pulling him a little off balance. He snarled, the rage evident in his voice. "Cowardly words. If you do not wish to fight, then don't waste my time!"

This beast was all crushing grip and size and weight and barely any of the movement and skill that Azrael enjoyed in his fights. When one crushing grip released, another came flying in, and Azrael could do little to fit it off as Audland grabbed and pulled him close. He figured what was coming next, and he had no intention of going down beneath all of that mass - that was a one way ticket to losing the fight.

Azrael grabbed at Audland's shoulder with one arm, reached for his wrist with the other, and with a snarl of effort tried to brute force his way right out of the valkhound's grip. He was stronger then Azrael in the moment, but his effort wasn't wasted. As the crushing weight started pushing them both to the ground, he managed to push the arm out just enough that when they finally crashed to the floor, Azrael wasn't stuck right beneath the majority of Audland's body, but rather under his arm, still held fast, but not completely crushed.