The man Viktor fought readied a second fist to be launched his way before he was interupted by a shrill Cawing and a sharp pain in his face and a Kestrel dived hard and fast to scratch the face of viktor's foe. Laughing Heartily and resisted the urge to clap at the timely intervention of his friend and the deep gashes that now appeared in the Heavies cheek he threw himself back into the fight with relish.

Hooking his fingers at the neck of the breastplate he heaved and kicked out at his left ankle to further unbalance the large man and cause him to come crashing down onto the dock plates which nearly buckled and broke beneath him from the weight of his armour. And the smack of his head against the wood. Just to make sure that he stayed down Viktor moved to heave the man onto his back and was promtly met with a somewhat sluggish blow to his other side after he did so. It was clear the man was a little stunned buy the fall and the hitting of his head and was still determined to fight off his opponent. A strength Viktor could well respect. But all the same he responded to the blow with a sharp jab into the mans jaw which seemed to push him over the edge. Viktor stood and placed his foot over the mans neck and held it there, Ready to increase pressure if the man should try a second attempt. 

Looking around at his fellows to see how their fight progressed. For the most part things seemed to be going well. Minus a few bruises they were winning fairly handedly. He heard the familiar flutter of wings and the small weight of his companion as he perched on his right shoulder. Beak and claws still bloody from both fighting with the downed man and ripping into the flesh of it's lunch. It spread it's wings slightly and seemed to inspect and groom itself, oblivious or uncaring of anything else that might be going on around it. Viktor smiled at it but made no moves to pet or touch it. To do so without permission would be a grave disrespect and treat as if it were little more than a common pet.