With a loud thud, his knee rammed the helpless dragonkin's head into the tree, and then immediately sprung backwrds, Meats regaining stable footing once again. His foe growled in pain; he, if able, would growl in glee. Not suffering, but dominance and power were what he enjoyed, victory in a wild clash of feral might was his goal. To succumb and retaliate; despair and rejoice; maim and be maimed, all for a champion's glory. He were now driven by the fiery desire of demon kin, his attacks becoming increasingly swift and savage. This called for a change in arms, and as soon as he were standing firmly on his two feet, Meat's released Iginbo, swapping it for his dagger, while Auron heaved himself upright, preparing to strike.
Slighty crounching, hunched, and meancingly brandishing the slick, glossy dagger in his right hand, Meats were free to dodge, and when his opponent lunged, trying to drive him away, the demon simply ducked underneath, pressing even closer to the ground. "Quite a stubborn lad, eh?," - thought Meats, amused by Auron's resilance, and just as the swing zipped by, sprung towards him, attempting to close distance and wrap his arm behind the dragonkin's neck: this were part of a vicous knife technique, aimed to immobilize the target and leave it open to a series of gutting stabs. If Auron were catious, he could try to push his assilant away; if not, he would be pressed into the pine once more, this time, unable to use even his arms, Meats bringing himself too close to squeeze another punch in. Then, he would be repeatedly stabbed in the stomach and between the ribs, a total of four times before the demon would release him.