Ethan & Stave

Ethan headed towards one of the empty cages, with the long-limbed Stave padded quietly behind. The particular cage he approached was a bit different than all the others. It was smaller, for one, and round. Like the Pit. The man stepped into the cage and held the gate open, "Come." He said again, looking to Vintage.

Stave backed off a bit now, knowing better than to enter the Pit without command. Besides, he didn't want to be fighting a canine that would, hopefully, be one of his hunting-fighting buddies in the future. That is, if he proved himself to Ethan first.

Vintage

Vintage followed after Ethan with wary eyes. He noticed the roundness of the unique cage, and grew a bit curious of it, but even more excited. He had never been in a real pit before, so didn't know what it was sopposed appear as. To him, it was just a place where a fight would soon break out.

Lifting his dial and speeding up a bit, he headed inside at the command, looking around. Where was the unfortunate soul that would soon fall at his paws? His fur bristled, as he readied himself and concentrated. Concentration meant a lot when it came to fighting. He couldn't wait until this whole thing started.

Ethan, Stave, & *Dog*

Again, Ethan picked up on Vintage's behaviors and felt quite certain that this hybrid would be a keeper. It seemed he knew what was about to happen. Ethan left the cage for a moment, closing the gate as he went. A moment later, he came strolling back, dragging a struggling canine at the end of a chain. The dog was a mix breed, looking to have some lab and airdale in him. He wasn's especially large or powerful, but he had a terrible fear aggression in him. The unfortunate mutt was a stray that Ethan snatched from the streets, bait for the sole purpose of training his real fighters.

The dog was dragged into the cage with Vintage and the chain removed. Stepping back, Ethan closed the gate, "Fight! Tear 'em up!" It was another command; one that Ethan needed to teach Vintage so that he could have him attack on command, rather than go after every canine he saw. After all, he couldn't have Vintage roaming free with Stave and the others if he was prone to fighting with them.

The dog bristled and snarled at Ethan before shying away to the opposite end of the enclosure. His ears were laced back and his tail low but ridged. Terrified eyes flashed to Vintage as his snarls grew deeper. "Stay back..." His fangs were bared, warning the hybrid that he'd attack if provoked.

Stave padded closer to the pit, tail up and hackles raised. His heart pounded faster as he watched, wanting to be in there fighting as well. Sharp eyes watched Vintage and the mongrel, eager for bloodshed, and hoping for the hybrid's victory.

Vintage

Vintage continued to look around the circular enclosure, fur still bristled. He had his mind set on tearing his very first victim to shreds.

When the human came back into view, dragging a canine along, he growled and snarled viciously. His victim! Right after the other hybrid was released into the cage, and he bared his glinting fangs. He heard Ethan's words and guessed by the sound of them, that he wanted this to begin. But no one could want it to begin any more than Vintage.

With a raging snarl, he bolted as fast as he could to reach the other, ignoring the words and threat altogether. Immedietly, he gave a fake attack and made it like he was going to go for his face, but at the last second changed course and aimed straight for a foreleg, jaws open wide and ready to sink into flesh, all the while keeping his eyes shut a good deal to somewhat prevent any scratches he could get...

Ethan, Stave, & *Dog*

The hybrid tensed up, eyes wide and jaws slowly parting as Vintage charged him. Having little fighting experience, he didn't see the trick until it was too late. He snapped his jaws for Vintage's face, at first hoping to parry the other's attack. But Vintage had moved at the last moment, and before the hybrid could compensate for his mistake, fangs were set into his leg.

Yelping in response, he set his own ivories for Vintage's face and head, slashing madly.