The Gravedigger lumbered into the forum, excitement bringing heat to its step, the glow in its jaws and eyes seeming all the brighter for it. Long enough it had felt dormant, staying in Draco and wasting away to the same old spars with the same old valkhounds. Being able to leave...that was exciting.

It reminded itself that it could not fully erupt here. A full release of itself meant death, destruction, and very severe physical harm. It didn't want that, nor was that allowed in this situation. It didn't have much issue, though. It didn't really want to hurt anyone. This was just another fun spar, just with a new face.

The valkhound waited in the middle of the forum for its opponent, grinning and rumbling with joy. "Fight! I am ready for a FIGHT! Are you ready? Are you excited?"

Delight gleamed in the Gravedigger's eyes as his opponent walked before him. Because they were someone NEW! He did not know their capabilities and that was kind of exciting. Large enough to be a good sparring partner and seemingly enthused enough to make a good fight!

Before the fight began, he gathered the saliva that had gathered in his mouth, turned, and spat out as much as he could, where it sizzled loudly on the ground. He clamped his jaws shut, intent on not letting any of that acid escape and harm his opponent. Not for this fight.

He psyched himself up for a moment, claws scraping against the ground as he waited for the vesuvianite to make the first move, and as soon as the other charged, so did he. They charged towards each other, heads lowered, and it was primed to be quite the crash of unstoppable forces, but...they both missed. The Gravedigger found his headbutt swinging wide and quickly found his legs tangling with the other as they both crashed into and around each other.

The tangle of limbs and trying to regain footing left the Gravedigger more then a little disoriented, but a flash of movement alerted him - oh shit he needed to get up.

He at least got his legs firmly underneath him and just as the Vesuvianite was grabbing to get over him, Gravedigger reared his head back in an attempt to block his path to his back, or at least loosen his grip enough so that he wasn't fully at their mercy.

The mess of a fight felt like water slipping between the cracks between fingers, yet the Gravedigger continued scooping for it as if he could find a way to hold it firm without leaking. The rather clumsy body slam sent him reeling back a bit, but he wasn't crushed. It hurt, and it left him a little sore where the Vesuvianite had slammed down, but his gaze flicked over and he saw his opening.

The valkhound grunted as he grabbed onto the stone floor with his claws and used his body weight to swing his head, aiming to punch it right on his opponent's shoulder. He remembered some of the techniques he'd been taught, for keeping balance and putting his strength and weight behind blows. Someone had told him that his head was his best weapon - okay, then he would use it.

It continued to be less of a "wrestling" match and more of an alligator-shaped boxing match. The face smack sent the Gravedigger reeling to the side, shaking out the momentary dizziness, but he quickly recovered, turning around the momenentum to charge forward. It was a bit of an awkward movement, more of a sidestep as he shoved forward with his shoulder to try and knock his opponent off-balance, or even fully knocked over.