(Just to clarify, Virus is standing on the shallow shoreline of Nazcin which stretches over half of one of your islands. It has a thin layer of water which reaches a few inches in height over his paws until his 'wrists' so they are not moving over mud but actually a mixture of stagnant water and wet ground, think of a beach with the sand and the water seperate.)
Acid eyes narrowed at the bowing of the lion's head, his dark mane covering some of his face as he did so. Torn ears listened to the words carefully but the manner in which he spoke and how he had chose his words brought a sick smile to the wolf's maw and his pupils narrowed sharply, muscles tensing.
"You do not know me, Ifrit. A king in the making, I am not. I am a God. A deity of pain and suffering. A monster born into torn flesh with desires you, nor anyone else asides from one, can imagine. I have survived much and I shall not yeild in my determination for what is rightfully mine to grasp. I shall accept your respect... know that you have mine. I'm sure mother would have been proud that I have fought an honorable lion as yourself."
His teeth grit together, making a distinctive sound as his eyes searched the lion for weak points. Lions were quite large and fearsome opponents but unfortunately their sheer size and strength was easily countered by speed and the fact that lions were notorious for quickly tiring out, particularly the males. That's why the females did all the hunting and the males simply protected their prides from other males every once in a while. As long as he could stay away from his front end with those claws... he should be in the clear.
Virus slowly moved forward, body tense for anything as he approached before kicking into a leap to the left, veering quickly at a run around the form of the lion a few feet away, just barely out of reach of his claws. He would attempt to get behind the larger foe, his teeth aiming to snap at his flank and cut the flesh from his hip. If successful, he would bite down a small chunk of flesh and whip his head back and forth until a piece of his skin, muscle and fat was torn from his body. If he missed, Virus would instead keep moving until his fangs reached the tail, attempting to snap down on the length of it and either rip it off or break it in two. His smaller frame would be too small to attempt to reach around, his back end would only reach the lion's ribs at best and unless he shifted his position, he should be unable to counter with his head blocked by his own shoulder and his front claws unable to wrap around his body at that angle.