Murder Rivals (Lethal)

Sponge

Sponge didn't notice it at first, and looking back, he's not sure how he missed it because it was green. He hated green, how could he have missed green. But he missed green. When he finally noticed it out of the corner of his eye, he was suddenly taken aback. He was about the snarl, growl, throw rocks, do something to make it go away--but instead he was greeted with a burning sensation on his mouth. All the fur could do was let out  silent hiss and hold on tight to his rocks as the sensation subsided. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, subsequently dropping the rocks, and began exploring the new feeling of it. He prodded around with his tongue a bit and found that he now had much sharper teeth than before. Perfect.

Sponge slowly walked towards the green while baring his teeth with a small smile. He kicked up a few of his dropped pebbles, and tried to kick a few of them at the other fur as well. He was unable to kick them far enough with the snow in the way, but who needed rocks when he had new shiny sharp teeth to play with?

(Alex/Umber/Crane)

Sponge

Sponge watched the way the green fur bared his teeth right back at Sponge in the same evil smile. He didn't miss the way the fur's tail swung back and forth on the snow, preparing for something. Sponge wished he had one, but he only let that fuel his anger even farther. He only saw red. No green, only red. The movement of the tail made him want to sink his teeth right into it and rip it off. He wanted to throw rocks at those sharp teeth and knock them right out of their mouth. He wanted then to be smeared red so you could no longer tell they were such an awful color. Sponge wanted to tear them limb from limb and show them that you don't mess with him. It wasn't about making a name for himself, but a small part of him wanted that. He wanted to be known as someone that would be vicious and unforgiving and cruel. He wanted to just be left alone to his rocks for as long as he liked.

At the moment, he was just furious, not bothering to think about rocks or how nice it would be to be left alone. With his rage threatening to boil over into a full blown frenzy, he dared to push his limits. "Who's asking?" He barked out with as much venom and bite as his voice could muster. "Just some green fur." Green was drawn out and harsh, meant to emphasise his point--and with that word he dared. He pushed his limits past the breaking point. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, giving him a much needed high and boost of confidence. He took a step forward, and fully braced himself for the repercussions. 

Sponge

Finally something was happening. Sponge wasn't a particularly thoughtful creature. He acted on instinct, not on thought. His instincts had told him to take a stance that gave him good mobility. His instincts told him to be ready to move. His instincts told him that the second he saw the flash of green get closer to him, move out of the way, so he did. Sponge was almost grateful for the movement. With the adrenaline high, he was full of energy and needed to burn it off. 

Once he had dodged, it was time to retaliate. He didn't think, didn't know what his opponent was trying to do, he just knew that he wanted that tail. He wanted to rip it off. He wanted to watch his opponent lose their balance and fall. He wanted then to be on the ground while he stood above them laughing. An evil grin spread across his face, showing off his new teeth and how clean they were. Hopefully they wouldn't be clean for long. 

Sponge sidestepped the fur and lunged for their tail, trying to grab ahold of it. He wanted to sink his teeth into the fur and flesh, feel it trash around in his mouth as the other fur let out a strangled cry or pain. He wanted it so much.

Sponge

It took a second to register. It felt all too surreal. He had wanted for so long, and so many times to sink his teeth into flesh. He wanted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, and now that it was finally happening, he was just so goddamn happy about it, he didn't want to stop. Unfortunately, the creature he was biting did want him to stop. It tried to push him away with a foot. It hit, but Sponge was unrelenting. In fact, he just bit down harder so he wouldn't be pushed away. He cherished the pained noises that were escaping the green fur. It was like a dream come true.

The dream didn't last long. The green fur bit back, aiming right for his face. He pulled back but it wasn't quick enough. One of the disadvantages of not thinking he supposed. A few teeth caught the side of his muzzle, leaving bloody streaks down the side that seemed to slash right through his mouth, but Sponge was hardly phased by it. In fact, he went right back in, instinctively aiming for the back of  the other fur's neck.

Sponge

The orange fur was thrown off balance by the attack missing it's target, and not having a wonderful tail to help him balance, he fell into the snow. Sponge quickly scrambled to get up, not wanting to be the victim of another attack. He may not have had at much brute force as the other, but he was faster. Sponge was agile and dexterous. He swiftly backed up out of the way of the green fur's next bite, and just as quickly fired back with another instinctual bite, this time aimed at one of Lethal's legs.