Tinaro vs Starling
"I guess you can go first." He chirped optimistically after a few moments of silence. There was nothing else he could say, other than offering his opponent the first move. In a way, he felt weak by allowing the other boy to go first so generously and kindly. But to be honest, he had no idea how to start!
Starling stood with his toes to the other boy who he...oddly didn't really know. But then again, Starling always seemed to have his head tucked in a flower bed, than learning the names of his pack mates. With a timid smile he'd look up at the boy, his ears pinned in anxiety rather than defense. This...was a bad idea. This was a bad idea! But he didn't voice it. He merely smiled, his eyes shifting from around them to his opponent....this was a bad idea. Swallowing against his anxiety he lowered his head just a bit, defenses falling into place smoothly. He was always afraid, and so his body seemed to move so naturally into position. His tail would tuck, ears would pin and his head would lower as much as possible in this close proximity. His legs, parted at shoulder width, would bend and his weight would settle on his hind limbs so he could spring away. But that wasn't the point of today. Starling wouldn't run, he had to fight. Swallowing around his nervousness again, he laughed slightly. It was an awkward sound, like he didn't know how to make it, as Tinaro suggested Starling go first. No, this was a bad idea! He wasn't used to fighting, he was always on the defense....it was like today was backwards day. But he remembered how he felt when Bass made the call, remembered how much he wanted to prove more to himself than anything that he wasn't just a timid lanky flower boy. He wanted to be able to compete...no, that was wrong. He wanted to keep up with Lark, wanted to have something he could discuss with his bigger brother, cause lord knows Lark probably wouldn't be interested in his flora. "I have no idea what to do.." He whispered timidly, for once not stuttering as he glanced around. No one was face to face, toes touching. Why in the world would anyone start a fight this way? But he thought about it, felt his basic instinct as he stood with Tinaro. The hairs along his neck raised as he felt his bubble so...rudely trespassed. It caused a defensive feeling in Starling, but how would he feel if maybe...perhaps, he wanted to attack. His heart raced in his chest as he turned to look at Tinaro again, laughing awkwardly before he lifted himself up just slightly. Breathing deeply to settle his anxiety he would then lung (weakly) in attempt to push his body weight against the boy, his muzzle moving to grab the thick fur along Tinaro's left side (Starling's right). His bite, if it landed, wouldn't be hard, nothing more than a grip of teeth on flesh, nothing more than he had felt when he was a puppy and his siblings insisted on playing with teeth and claw. His tail would swish out behind him to hold him steady, but that was the extent of his move, not knowing what else to do. "Burn Baby Burn" |
Rather expectantly, his opponent weakly lunged out and pushed his body weight into Tinaro's chest (I asked Arin about this and she said Starling was aiming for the chest). Because of the softness of the attack, his chest laid untouched by any bruising as well as his balance which remained the same. Next, his opponent's teeth sought to grip the left side of Tinaro's neck (Arin confirmed this as well) so before his bite could land successfully on his flesh, Tinaro lifted his left legs (left foreleg and left hindleg) off from the ground to dodge the attempted bite. He redistributed his weight to shakily balance upon his right legs (right foreleg and right hindleg) and because of this, he leaned slightly to his right, facing Starling's left shoulder. He would only balance himself like that for another moment before attempting to head butt his forehead into the centre of Starling's lower chest, just where it began to curve into his underside (and also in between Starling's forelegs). He would put in his full force in this particular attack in the hopes he would disrupt his opponent's balance. At the same time as this, his raised left legs would return to the ground. After his head butt, Tinaro would turn his skull to his right to face Starling's left foreleg. His jaws attempted to clamp down on the upper part of Starling's left foreleg and bite with mild force while also attempting to weakly pull the leg outward from his opponent in the hopes to sprain a muscle or disrupt his balance again.
Tinaro vs Starling for TRAINING SPAR
Round one of two?
Defences: First paragraph
Reactions: Second paragraph
Attacks: Second paragraph
Injuries: Serious bruising to forehead
Starling would gasp as his teeth didn't make impact, feeling Tinaro shift and lean to his right side. Left limbs would lift but Starling was too surprised to counter act. Naturally he'd take a few steps back from Tinaro, his legs shaking as wide blue eyes watched for movement. It didn't take long before the older boy would push forward, throwing his forehead into Starling's lower chest. (Painful bruising, requires Dandelion, can possibly find in the plains) He yelped loudly, feeling the fire of his blood rush to the point of impact, his tail tucking under him as he tried to hunker down closer to the ground. But he didn't move, he didn't back away or run (as much as he wanted too). He tried his best to growl, lips curled over unsure teeth, brows furrows and ears plastered against his skull. He'd aim with open jaws towards the back of Tinaro's neck, along the top of the Trapezius muscle (Reference), hoping to get a solid grip in the muscle. It was surprising what pain or fear could get a young child to do. His legs would shift, shaking but spreading to hold his balance. In the seconds it took for Tinaro to hit and for Starling to try to counter, he felt teeth rip into his flesh. A loud squeal would pull at his throat, eyes wide as his flesh opened. (Open wound, horsetail to bind, possible spiderweb to hold in place, find along the rapids) The blood would seep and he'd whine, pulling away from any grip he might have been able to get, trying to sink to the ground as quickly as possible to try and keep Tinaro from spraining or straining his limb, to try and hold his head in place to keep the damage minimal. He wanted to forefit, but he merely gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes despite the tears and the scent of blood in the air. No, he decided, he couldn't do fighting. Starling vs Tinaro Round 2/2 "Italian" |
While facing his opponent head on, Tinaro's muzzle swung to his right and with carelessly strong force, swung it back to his left and attempted to collide the left side of his muzzle with the left side of Starling's muzzle (Starling's left). For this move, he clenched his teeth and scrunched his cheeks to avoid any possible damage to the insides of his mouth. Only a second after his attempt to slam their muzzles together, he would rise to his full height only to plunge his head forward (still facing Starling head on) in an attempt for his jaws to bite the lower half of Starling's left cheek. At this point, Tinaro didn't know where else to direct his attacks in fear of causing more pain to his opponent, which was why his attempted bite would be struck with feeble force to create only a quick grasp on the flesh.
Tinaro vs Starling for TRAINING SPAR
Round two of two
Defences: Narrowed eyes, ears flat on head, chin tucked, hairs upon his neck lifted, paws spaced apart, weight equally distributed for his position, tail raised in a straight line behind him, lips curled in a snarl, clenched teeth and scrunched cheeks.
Reactions: First paragraph
Attacks: Second paragraph
Injuries: Lacerations to the trapezius muscle, serious bruising to the left side of muzzle
Starling v Tinaro for Spar
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