'Let us see how tough you really are.' The Ockler's yellow eyes widened once it felt Mark's tight arms around its torso. He tried to break free from his grip, turning and turning, trying to lunge himself forward, but Mark's hold was unyielding, it was like trying to break through an indestructible wall, and he didn't budge.
Mark smirked, it was a delightful feeling to see the beastkin struggle, he could tell that the Ockler wasn't used to being the dominated one in battle, and though he was far from dominating his opponent, his opponent was so used to his prowess dominating and in control that a moment of exertion, he began to panic–trying hand to break free from his opponent.
Mark strengthened his hold and then he arched himself lifting the Ockler with him, and the two turned upside down, and began to descend.
