Most of the pack had gathered to watch the brawl unfolding outside of the main den. A stand off that they all knew or should have seen coming. The pale, scarred Archer pitted against the wraith like guardian, vying for the top spot. Blitz didn't even spare them so much a flick of an ear. To do so would mean a lapse in concentration;plenty enough to give Sven the edge he needed to win. Acidic eyes glinting with heated determination, he released his own snarl in a bubbling hiss. If his opponent wanted to play rough in duking it out for his rank, then so be it.
His exposed teeth gnashed on empty air as Sven's clamped onto the loose skin of his neck. The Mizuno knew better than to thrash, lest he inflict further injury upon himself. So, he turned towards tactics that were a little more unconventional. He widened his stance, digging his paws in firmly against the ground. As Sven yanked, Blitz bucked. Hard. His broad shoulders would ram into the exposed chest and throat of the male if he didn't act in time.