Risk and Danitour stepped on the green grass outside Krugi's walls. Both stood across from one another, then stared into each other's eyes as their disgust for one another filled their minds.
While it was good to hear Danitour was going to face his most hated thing up front, Ether didn't want to be there.
He, along with Kellenas and the rest of the Eterra pack, left on Sky Beasts to visit Etek Dur. It was a while since Ether hung out with Oria and the Eterra Ferals interacted with the rest of their pack.
Risk rose both arms and laughed at Danitour. "Well, you're the one with the problem here. Are you going to stare at this masterpiece of a Feral or fight it?"
He clearly taunted Danitour, and he took the bait for it. The Zegus blindly rushed towards the Feral, completely unaware of Risk's plans.
Just as Danitour came in to strike him across the face, Risk leaned left. Danitour's flying fist completely missed him, but his feet caught his body.
Now anchored in front of his opponent, Danitour tried to step away from Risk. But he wouldn't make it far before Risk corrected Danitour's mistake.
Using his right hand, Risk slapped Danitour across the face. His head moved to the left, in positon of Risk's next attack. Then he drove his left fist onto the side of Danitour's body.
The Zegus' head rocked to the right, which led to Risk punching it back to the left. He repeated four more times, which was enough time for Danitour to bring back his old warrior side.
"RUAGH!" Danitour yelled.
Risk stopped and dropped his fists. The low growls of the Feral reflected his curiosity.
Danitour rushed again, then struck downwards. Risk completely dodged the attack, exactly what he shouldn't have done.
When his hands touched the grass, he used his strength to carry his body weight. Danitour turned his body to make his legs face towards Risk, then he dropped forward.
The attack dazed Risk, leaving him open for another attack. So Danitour took the opportunity. While the Feral leaned back, trying to collect his thoughts. His enemy quickly thought of a way to chain more hits.
Danitour moved in to strike Risk repeatedly across the stomach and chest. Leaving the Feral breathless and harmed. Then he jumped on one knee, and used his other leg to kick Risk across the face.
Risk stumbled away. He couldn't believe what Danitour just did. But there was no time to process anything, so he forced himself to continue.
Just as Danitour came back to continue the fight, Risk opened his hand and emulated claws with his fingers. Then he swiped down with them.
Despite not having proper claws, he still managed to open some wounds from the night before.
"Here's a little something to stop your sudden dancing, Kromrik," Risk taunted.
He wanted Danitour to give it his all, and with every taunt he got closer to that goal.
A burning sense of spite sparked inside Danitour's mind, causing him to repeatedly bash Risk. Punches landed on fists, limbs, and even struck nothingness.
With every punch came a step. It was a little dance between the two combatants, one that moved them away from their starting point.
They were now beside one of the many houses the Thawed from the Terron and Frosticus Legion had built. The shade shielded them from the morning sun as they continued to battle.
Danitour caught one of Risk's fists, then slammed the Feral against the wall. The sweat flew off Risk's body and crash landed on the wooden walls.
"DIE YOU HAPPY!" Danitour used a forbidden term for Ferals.
Because male Ferals are stuck in a permanent smile, using the term 'happy' when talking about them could earn a negative reputation with the Feral.
After hearing his rival usher those words, Risk's vision only saw blood. Disrespecting one of the Alphas in a pack was verbal suicide.
Danitour swung at Risk's face, but he moved his head out of the way. The punch landed against the wall, catching Danitour by surprise.
Risk grabbed him by the forearm and forced Danitour against the wall. His body violently crashed against it.
Then the Feral got to work. His fists repeatedly landed against Danitour's knees and thighs, making it difficult for Danitour to stand. When he was beaten enough to not be able to stand well enough, Risk took it to the next stage.
Danitour watched as Risk backed off a few steps. While he was sliding, the Feral stopped. Then he charged. Risk tackled Danitour through the house.
The duo landed inside the empty home. Danitour struggled to get on his feet again, but Risk quickly shot back up.
"Well, little Zegus..." Risk said as he placed one foot on Danitour's neck. "Looks like you lost. Take your sorry ass out of this Legion before I take your sorry ass off Koroth."
Danitour grunted in defeat. It was a cue for Risk to take off his foot from his neck. The defeated Zegus feebly made his way onto his knees.
The judgmental eyes of the triumphant Feral quietly mocked the bloody mess of a Zegus. The same one that talked down to his kind was now on the floor, battered and exiled.
"You dislike us so much, and it was all because of what one Feral did so many years ago?" Risk scoffed. "You're pathetic and weak, always deciding to go for the low blows."
Danitour carefully looked up at the Feral, scanning his overly muscular body and threatening pose. Instead of feeling embarrassed, he felt enraged.
"Your kind has always been the type to attack those who are defenseless..."
Risk's eyes glowed in a malices aura. He pinched Danitour's ears and dragged him outside the now-open home.
"I'll treat you like one of my Ferals then. You need some discipline, you Kromrik!"
The pain grew in intensity the longer Risk held Danitour's ear. He dragged the defeated Zegus through a crowd that formed outside. They watched in disgust.
But they weren't disgusted at Risk, they were disgusted at Danitour. The Zegus there believed their former leader was there to bring them through the tough times, not produce those times.
Now being far away from the homes, Risk felt it was safe to release his unruly opponent. He mustered his strength and threw Danitour.
After landing, he realized there was something odd. The pain suddenly vanished and was replaced by a much more intense pain. When he reached up for his ear, he noticed it was gone.
Risk had accidentally torn off his ear, leaving his head looking worse. He was losing a lot of blood every second, if it continued he could die.
So instead of staying there to argue with the Feral, he followed his instincts and retreated. Leaving the city that he was protected, forever.