Go ahead, make my day [M]
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Grumbling to himself, he paused and lifted his head. Across the water was a giant beast, stumbling along through the muck worse than he was. His paws carried him to the very edge of the river, peering across at the figure. Was that a woman? No way! His muzzle wrinkled up and he squinted to watch the behemoth for several minutes as she splashed clumsily through puddle after puddle. Why are women so incredibly stupid? he wondered bitterly as his eyes followed her. Well, he couldn't let her day go on semi-peacefully while she floundered around like that.
Claws digging into the soft riverbank, he raised himself higher on his toes, tail flicking into the air - this would be the perfect opportunity to take out his frustration, and on someone he found deserving of it, no less. "What are you, some sort of stupid amazon!?" he shouted across the river, "You can't even see your paws beneath your big fat body, can you?" Where did the fantasy, dream-world depiction of women come from, that they were petite, and fragile, and dainty? Not in this world, he was sure. And this one was just another example of how ungraceful they truly were.
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His gaze fixed on her, he leapt into the river, unworried about the consequences. His legs cut through the water powerfully, though the current still managed to carry him downstream somewhat. It wasn't enough to take him under, and he had to be glad that at least he wasn't going to drown in front of her without getting the chance to insult her up close and personal. At last his forepaws met the opposite shore, and he pulled himself onto the muddy but solid ground. He shook the water from his now drenched coat, leaving his fur spiked in some areas, and in others flattened against his muscular frame.
Ehrgeiz marched toward the woman, his tail flicking into the air high above his back. Obsidian paws carried him until he was directly in front of her, his one-eyed glare looking her up and down before resting on those blood-red eyes. Eyes just like his filthy mother's. "Well, here I am," he rumbled, "What are you gonna do, you big, dumb amazon?" A malicious grin spread as ebony lips peeled back to reveal his fangs. Disgusted as he was, he felt a rush, like he was excited for what was to come. Was she going to strike him down? Beat him and make him shut his face? Oh he'd love to see her try, and the thought gave him a thrill.
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"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I ought to work on my etiquette," he grumbled sarcastically, taking a step closer to her, getting dangerously close. He raised a brow, flicking his ears as she asked how he felt about his nose. He was confused at first, but then caught on to her game. He grinned once more, taking yet another step toward her, offering forth the left side of his muzzle and his blind side. He could feel her breath on his whiskers. "So, you're gonna teach me some manners, are you?" he taunted, peeling back his lips eagerly, "Better start with a lesson in personal space." He leaned in close, intending to make her as uncomfortable and pissed off as possible - the angrier she was, the better this was going to be.
Feinting ignorance, she simpered back playfully, ”Apology accepted; I'm so very glad you can admit you need help. That's the first step, you know.” She was pleased with this encounter so far. The man, as delightfully rude as he was, so far ranked no higher than a flitting amusement and unless his insulting capabilities rapidly evolved in the next few minutes he would never amount to anything more than that. She'd enjoy beating his ass and then she'd be on her way. Unless... Foolishly the man stepped closer, invading her space until he was close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. Upon realizing he was within touching distance Sabine's grin widened. Something she'd found out quite early was how easy it was to misjudge distances. It was a nuisance in most cases, dangerous in others, and in a fight, well, sometimes it was the difference between winning and losing. For this reason if she wished to engage someone she usually crept closer until she was confident she could cross the remaining distance with ease or she could instigate until they attacked. ”So you're going to teach me some manners, are you?” Sabine shrugged flippantly. ”Clearly someone needs to.” Either the man wasn't too concerned with losing his nose or he was too stupid to understand that she meant to relief him of it. While the latter was entirely possible, if it was the former she didn't like the idea of wasting all that energy on a fight and not having it amount to anything. So she decided to do something else. Why not make him her bitch for awhile? Having to cater to a fat amazon's whims might give him the dose of humility he needed. And if push came to shove she could always maim him later. ”Better start with a lesson in personal space.” he grumped. Sabine, a smile still on her lips, purred back, ”What if I like you right where you are?” Without another word she lunged, aiming to maintain their head on positioning and close what little space remained between them while partially rising up on her hind legs. To do this she had to shift most of her weight to her hind legs, which were placed just over hip width apart and bent at the knee. Sabine stiffened, muscles going rigid to support her lifted forelegs, and carefully centered her weight over her knees. Her tail lifted to lay parallel to the ground and her toes splayed - moves that would hopefully better her balance. The giantess' hackles also rose to span the length and width of her back. To aid in her lunge forward the nails of her hind paws tipped downward to dig into the dirt. All of these defenses came together in a split second as she prepared for an attack. Sabine stretched her forelegs out in the hopes of sliding them across either side of the man's neck just below his jawline; left foreleg along the right side and right foreleg along the left side. Her aim was to wrap her forelegs around his neck, a move that would hopefully give her control of his head. If it all went according to plan she'd end up with her forelegs crossed at the wrists behind the base of his skull and his face pinched between her forelegs in a firm grip. Simultaneously Sabine strove to ram the entirely of her chest into the entire middle portion of her opponent's neck. She didn't have a whole lot of momentum to work with, but with his trachea possibly receiving the brunt of her attack Sabine was hoping to give him a good scare by forcefully - if briefly - restricting his airway. Sabine rotated her head to her left in preparation of a bite. As she did so her ears slicked back and her lips curled to bunched the skin along the bridge of her nose and between her eyes. While she didn't value her eyes themselves Sabine nonetheless closed them protectively. While her eyelids wouldn't do much to stop a direct hit they might save her useless eyeballs from a glancing one. The reason behind the defense was that, while useless to her, she didn't know what would happen if one or both of her eyes was struck. The last thing she needed was an eye geyser gushing blood all over the place. With her head twisted to her left Sabine then snaked her head down with gaping jaws in search of her opponent's face. She sought to bury her upper teeth into the right side of the man's forehead and her lower teeth into the left side of his forehead. The giantess was aiming - albeit blindly - for her opponent's eyes. If everything went the way she envisioned it her upper left canine would pierce his right eye with the rest of her upper teeth sinking into his brow/forehead and her lower teeth would mirror her upper ones with her lower left canine puncturing his left eye and the rest of her lower teeth sinking into his brow/forehead. She was hoping to clamp down and earn a powerful grip. And oh yes, she did hope to blind him. If he was going to be an asshole he might as well be a blind asshole. Round ONE of THREE? |
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He ducked (more like he flinched) just slightly to his right before she struck him, tucking his chin to protect his throat. His legs bent and tail aligned with his spine in preparation to balance himself as she flung her hefty weight at him, hackles rising angrily to create a buffer against his opponent. Her paws wrapped around his neck, just somewhat lower than intended. Rather than her paws wrapping directly behind his head, she'd gained a grip midway around his neck. The front of her chest would ram into the middle front of his neck, gagging him slightly and leaving some mild bruising. As he choked, he was only able to tilt his head slightly to his right to displace her attack to his face. Her upper left canine would dig directly into the scar tissue of his left eye socket - luckily for him, the eye had already been previously removed, though it still hurt like a son of a bitch. Normally he would growl and snarl in response to pain, but at this particular moment, he couldn't help the gurgling roar of agony that escaped him, followed by a sharp inhale. The rest of her teeth found their mark on his face and earning a solid grip, leaving moderate punctures in his left brow and cheek, causing blood to leak down his face and soak his ivory coat.
He had to retaliate. But he knew he had few options. Her grip on both his face and his neck were tight, and she was strong - there was good reason he'd called her an amazon. He shifted his weight to his hind legs, abdominal muscles tightening to strengthen his stance. His hind toes spread for balance and claws dug in for traction in the slick mud. Tucking his forelegs up against his body, he tried to lunge forward with what little momentum he could gain, attempting to slam the front portion of his chest into the front of Sabine's chest in hopes of giving her a small bruise and shoving her back just slightly. Ebony ears folding back and face scrunching up in a nasty snarl, right eye narrowing protectively, jaws parting and lips peeling back to expose his fangs, he turned his head to his left in an attempt to bite her, to try to her neck - if she still held onto his face, her teeth would drag to cause moderate lacerations, damaging the left side of his face further. His lower jaw tried to hook just under her chin on the left side of Sabine's throat, right where her jugular ran into the base of her skull, while his upper jaw sought to sink in just behind her jawline, several inches below her left ear. He hoped to leave moderate punctures that would bleed heavily and gain a grip that would force her to let go of him.
Sabine vs Ehrgeiz || Force claim (fighting for his own freedom/dominance) || 1/3
A choked gasp followed by a cry of pain reached Sabine's ears as her attacks landed. Ah, the sounds of success. It was a pity that she'd only managed to sink a tooth into one of his eyes, but perhaps she'd have better luck next time. The eye socket she'd managed to hook didn't feel quite right, and while she didn't know what to make of it, there wasn't time to ponder the weirdness of it. Her upright positioning was precarious but with the holds she'd achieved Sabine was willing to risk it. Even with her balance easily influenced by her opponent the giantess believed she still had the upper hand. It was for that reason that she attempted to keep her grip on Ehrgeiz's face while worsening the damage by biting down harder and violently thrashing her head from side to side. In doing this she hoped that her upper left canine would drive deeper into her opponent's left eye socket while the remainder of her teeth, which would hopefully still be embedded in his left brow and upper left cheek, would do irreversible harm to his facial muscles. [counter to Ehrgeiz's bite; see notes below for reasoning] Sabine also wished to keep her grip on his neck. The placement of her forelegs wasn't where she'd originally hoped, but by holding onto her opponent Sabine would hopefully be able to steady herself and somewhat make up for her two-legged stance. Ehrgeiz's movements had resulted in her originally gaining a hold around the midway point of his neck and it was there that Sabine wished to keep her forelegs. Nothing changed; she hoped her left foreleg maintained its positioning on the right side of his neck and her right foreleg maintained its positioning on the left side of his neck with her forepaws crossed at the wrist behind his neck. Ehrgeiz shoved forward into the middle of Sabine's chest and forced the giantess to back up a single step with each hind paw to counteract the shove and keep herself upright. A mild bruise would later blossom along the point of contact. Sabine sought immediate retaliation. She slammed forward and downward, hoping her height and weight advantage would aid her in bullying her opponent to the ground (either straight down or over backwards depending on how his balance was with his forelegs tucked against his chest) as she not only sought to shove him, but drop her weight onto him. The giantess was hoping the entirety of her chest would once again strike the entire middle portion of Ehrgeiz's neck. In addition to shoving him to the ground Sabine was once again hoping to choke the brute by pressing on his trachea. Now more than ever Sabine's balance was crucial to her success. It was for this reason that she made sure to do all that was necessary to remain balanced. Her knees remained bent just enough to add a springy looseness to the joints, her paws were still placed slightly wider than hip width apart, her hind toes were splayed and her nails stretched downward to cling to the dirt. Sabine kept her tail parallel to the ground, her muscles tensed and her back held ramrod straight. Her hackles remained bristled and continued to occupy the length and width of her back. In case he managed to break free Sabine kept her ears flattened, her eyes closed and her lips curled to bunch the skin along her muzzle and around her eyes. Round TWO of THREE NOTE: I've listed Sabine's attempt to keep her bite/worsen the damage as a counter because if she's successful in keeping her grip, the thrashing of her head would likely disrupt Ehrgeiz's attempt to bite. |
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