He was just heading back in from a patrol on the border, to check in with Ellery and his sister to see if they needed anything when the call for him traveled through the lands. The young man felt the need to be even more alert since the incident with Driftwood Surge. What they were thinking, Yuka did not know, but the most important thing to the Left Hand was the safety of his family. A frown tugged on the creamy russet-hued man's face as he turned in the direction of the call, his tail waving behind him. The Thorben was quick to arrive to the scene, his tail raising high above his back and shoulders straightening. His lips were pursed in a thin line as he stared at the dark handsome man in front of him. There was a certain appeal to him, but now was no such time to think of such things. Yuka knew why he was here. A man of few words, the large man perked his ears forward, eyes hard as he stared at the other man, canines bared. It was his move.

These fights weren't really Yuka's kind of thing either. When he entered into battle with his opponent the other party hardly ever left alive. The Left Hand doubted Nineva would appreciate him killing off one of their members nor would it send the best message to the rest of the pack. The russet-hued man's ear flicked in response to his challengers words, watching him closely and waiting for Aytigin to make a move. The Guardian did not have to wait long, thankfully. Though perhaps he should have been more on his guard and not so caught up in taking in his opponents appearance, because as he tried to sidestep the younger man's attack, the brown man slammed into his shoulder, causing Yuka to grunt and lose his balance, sidestepping again quickly to regain it.

He would not be the first to cause injury, especially if it was not his challenger's intent. Instead, Yuka turned promptly and similar to how Aytigin had attacked, attempted to body slam into the man's shoulder, aiming to knock him off his feet. This was definitely not the Thorben's strong suit, use to other methods and tactics during a scrimmage. None the less, he would not break an honorary code by raising tooth nor claw if his pack mate did not choose to do so first.

Yuka could already feel himself getting bored. As time dragged on, the russet-hued man found himself having to be reminded that Aytigin was a packmate and no enemy that Yuka could just sink his canines into and be done with. He wasn't sure if Nineva would find that comical or down right wrong. Probably the later. His opponent skillfully dodged his attack and Yuka would be lying if he didn't admit that he wasn't annoyed in that moment that his attempt failed. Aytigin was quick to retaliate but the Thorben was also quick on his paws. As soon as the creamy russet-hued male saw his younger counter-parts upwards motion, he was quick to spring back, balancing on his feet before using his weight to lunge forward again to try to shove into the younger man's shoulder. Ideally, this would froce him down and into submission. Yuka tired of playing games.

Despite both being large men, they were both adequate at dodging the other's advances. It made Aytigin an admirable opponent and almost made Yuka want to fight him tooth, claw, and all - to see what it would really be like to go against a man of his stature. Such thoughts would need to be saved for later because Aytigin was coming for him again. The Thorben side-stepped his pack mate's low sweep, a growl slipping passed his lips. The creamy, russet hued male did not want to be malicious with his actions, but the longer he danced around with Aytigin, the quicker his pulse raced and the more he wanted to do damage. With purpose, he threw most of his weight in the direction of the large male, hoping to pin him down this time, but knowing that if he missed, his stamina wouldn't hold out for much longer.

Not only was Yuka becoming tired, but he was also getting angry. The russet-hued brute's reckless move was what most likely cost him the challenge. Their dance did not last for much longer. While he was trying to get his breathing under control, the next thing he remember was his head being pressed into the ground. Yuka's lips pulled back into a snarl and his eyes dilated. His breath was shallow, a low growl, when he spoke, "This is pointless. You can have my rank, I don't care, but get off me." The Thorben was flushed from beind in such proximity with another without actually shedding blood. He could almost hear his heart pounding in his ears - probably from adrenaline. The best he would do to appease Aytigin in terms of submission was flatten his ears atop his head.