Cassus casually licked the wound on his shoulder, as he stood opposite the Garudor. Though it was sore, he could still move it freely, and he was no stranger to pain. His winged opponent seemed to have a weapon in it's claws - Cassus would need to avoid that at all costs. The more injuries he received, the less likely he was to have any success - and he desperately needed success. Borealis was counting on him, and without the payout from this... even if he didn't win, the bet he had made with the slumleader ensured that he would get something - not a lot, but it would buy food and blankets, and other basic things. The more rounds he stuck out, the more he would be paid in the end, and that was all that mattered.
Sizing up his chance, he leaped towards the Garudor and aimed a bite at the bird, hoping his inherited
Toxin would help him out...