Mutt was extremely dissapointed when the rock was cut in half, seemingly so easily. To make matters worse, there was now a gash in his left arm. It would likely take 5 minuts or so to heal completely, but none the less, the pain wasnt something to look forward to. The pain was only made worse because the blade was dull! 

Using his left arm for a counter was out of the question, so Mutt let instinct react. His right arm was already curled towards his chest from swinging the rock, and now his foe had landed in striking range. Mutt whipped his arm out for a back hand and... Charged? Thats right, as the back hand was let loose, Mutt closed the gap making sure that Sol could smell his breath. This way, that rather urksome sword would be useless and Mutt could use his overwhelming muscle to submit his foe.

If Sol even thought of stepping away, Mutt wanted to show him just how strong a werewolves grip is. From here on, things would be close and personal. Somehow, a smile stayed on mutts face. He was actually enjoying himself! This fight reminded him of playing with his parents and siblings when he was still a pup. Those play fights would last several minuts often, and only ended as Mutts mother called them in for dinner. The thought of his mother's meals stretched Mutt's smile further still.