Battle arena Yaaro's POV

Yaaro waited on the old wooden bridge for his opponent. The blood ran down his face and had soaked into his fur. The sun shone bright and hotter than ever. When the bridge began to gently sway, he knew the battle would begin soon. He looked up at his opponent and the first thing he noticed was the legs. Tendons and muscles exposed on each leg. The skin that hung over the wounds seemed to be irritated. A toothy and bloody smile crept its way into his opponent's face. A low growl formed in Yaaro’s throat as the mangled ceru approached. They began to circle one another and examine one another. “Fresh meat eh? Good luck winning green baby boy.” Dick piped up after a few moments. Yaaro scowled and growled a bit louder. Suddenly, Dick charged and leaped at him. “Your old man will be so disappointed when his pupil doesn’t come home!!” Dick shouted. Yaaro roared and held his opponent back. “SHUT UP!” He shouted back. The two struggled on the bridge for a moment, holding one another back from a vicious blow. Dick’s arm broke free from the struggle and his claws gashed the skin flap inside Yaaro’s mouth. He screeched in pain and looked back up at his opponent with rage. “You’re dead meat for that!!” Yaaro shouted. The two landed back on the bridge and stabilized themselves before Dick piped up again. “Rohan will be so disappointed to hear that his little brat is such a wimp!” He yelled. “I SAID SHUT UP!!” Yaaro screamed while lunging at his opponent. “You’ll pay for what you said!” He shouted again before biting down on the right side of his opponent's jaw. He tugged and pulled at the skin while the two struggled. Finally, a blood-curdling scream erupted from his opponent as the skin was ripped away from Dick’s lower jaw. Blood flowed out of the wound and coated Yaaro’s face once again. The feeling of rage inside Yaaro became stronger by the second. 

Yaaro fell back onto the bridge with the piece of skin from his opponent's jaw held tightly in his jaws. He slammed the skin down onto the bridge and snarled, blood flowing from his mouth like the waterfalls outside of the arena walls. He stopped to take a breath, and the screeching continued from his opponent. Dick roared in anger and pounced onto Yaaro. They struggled, but before long Dick threw Yaaro against the ropes and pinned him down. He held down Yaaro’s head with his right hand and his back with the other. Dick plunged his teeth into Yaaro’s neck and began to pull and maul the flesh. Yaaro desperately struggled, but under his opponent’s claws, he could barely move. Dick tugged the flesh lose, and tore it away with a splatter of blood and a rip of fur. The sound filled his ears as Yaaro managed to get a scream of agony to escape from his mouth. Dick threw the piece of skin away and bit down again on the same spot. Yaaro kicked and managed to claw at his opponent, but Dick would not loosen his jaws. Blood flew in the air and soaked into their fur. The bridge was coated in the same deep red substance. Only cheers and the sound of agony could be heard within the walls of the arena.