As the first flash of claws appeared before Morrison, the canine smirked in the face of the leader. "So, they have made their choice," he affirmed. Reveling in his own superiority, the former captain stepped back. His head swiveled backwards and stared down his comrades as claws unsheathed, teeth started to bare, and growls rumbled. They were doing this, weren't they? Morrison, in realization, continued his previous action of lowering to the ground. Cracked claws dug into the sand beneath his paws in anticipation, waiting for someone to strike. The first attack would not be his. His goal was to fight defensively, rolling and ripping through the area swiftly to keep them on their toes.

Orange orbs caught a bellowing fool staggering towards him. The female's blackened claws reached out towards his sharp features, causing his head to turn in response. Sharp daggers flew past, lightly scraping at his cheeks and drawing blood, but not enough for the hardened captain to flinch. In response, as she jostled past, the canine attempted to jolt forward and snap at their backside, aiming for their tail. If successful, he would pull her back into his realm to try and continue the fight. (Maybe even ripping it off in response due to it's small size.)

Lucinder had surprised him though. As his head was turned, the other dove. Their weight caused him to collapse onto the ground with a thud! Morrison's eyes widened and turned up to his attacker. Seeing talons flashing in the reflective sunlight, he turned and rolled out from underneath the other's weight. As he slid onto his paws and rose to his full stature again, the wolf snarled. "Ye can do better than that, mama's little man." In one swift movement, he attempted to lash out with his left paw and swipe at the other's shins in an attempt to temporarily render their back legs useless until the pain subsided.

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I, to disagree?

The serval managed to hit her target slightly, even if it was barely a few scratches. It was enough to satisfy her, right up until she felt her tail get clamped down into the vice of canid teeth and her entire body get forced backwards. Through shocked eyes she caught a glimpse of Lucinder's giant form, and then she felt her tail start to rip. For a second, it felt so slow. Then as she hit the ground, skidding onto the sands, the pain seared for a moment. Red grit her teeth. Damn.

Adrenaline had kicked in at that moment, dulling her pain and overriding her senses with some sort of primal joy. She looked to the chunk of her tail -- a good half of it, two-thirds, perhaps, that lay on the sands near Morrison. Then her gaze fell back on the wolf, and she held no pause. Back into the action.

With a low laugh, she rushed toward him, leaping in an attempt to land onto his side or back, trying to throw him even slightly off balance. Hopefully it was enough to give Lucinder a chance to make his next move.