Well. This was it. The match that determined it all.

From the ledge on high, that lion-stag called his name and that of the large, white wolf, Kera.

Eythan strode into the arena without too much cockiness or swagger in his posture. Each paw simply moved in front of the last, carrying him to the now-familiar place he always stood when a match began. He adjusted his wings slightly, smoothed down his feathers, prepared. So far, the gryphon had done well.

He lowered his head. Better not fuck it up now.

And so, he waited.

Eythan's ears flickered back at the sound of Glory's voice, though more out of preparation than anything else. It was just a slight bit of defense and a little bit of streamlining. Likewise, his wings tucked closer to his sides and tail feathers fanned shut; reducing the number of grabable extremities.

"Hello," he returned, clicking his beak rather cheerfully a few times before settling back down into his defensive posture.

With the match declared on, the gryphon began to pace in a wide circle about Kera, bright eyes searching and searching. Facing sideways, shoulders sunken in as he prepared to initiate some sort of assault: agility hadn't failed him yet. Speaking of: Eythan suddenly bolted forth, launching with one powerful spring of his hind legs.

Taking bounding strides and increasing his speed, the gryphon fully intended to get the first hit in: a running jump at Kera to possibly knock her down to the ground.

Eythan distantly heard a friend's voice calling from the crowd, hooves stomping across the earth. Aries had finally made it, eh? Nice.

The wolf had been bowled over quite successfully by his attempt, releasing a yelp that made Eythan hesitate for a moment. There was no whimpering or whining: he must not have hurt her. The gryphon had mere seconds to make his next move, though.

He leapt to the side slightly, then forward in a manner similar to pouncing. His objective, here, was to simply get on top of Kera and pin her down (by the shoulders, preferably) with his balled up talons. No stabby-stabby time.

Eythan found himself on top of his foe with surprisingly little effort, applying just enough weight to the now-flailing wolf to keep her down without hurting her. Usually, combat would now segue into a frenzy of swatting and hitting, but the gryphon didn't want to really cause any unintentional damage.

So, his strategy here would be to spread out his wings and tail-feathers for balance, and work on keeping Kera pinned. Let her wear herself out.