Pain demands to be felt
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He had trained, he had practiced, he had rallied, he had learned. This was the place to implement all of that. This was the place where it counted. The bird hovered above him, uncomfortable with the boy's choice of outings for today but unwilling to say anything against it. He knew all too well of Vitus' temper, the anger that boiled deep in his chest. He knew the best way for the boy to control it was to use it, and so he wouldn't speak against him. Vitus emerged in the battlefield a dark, unseasoned warrior. Training was vital, yes, but real contact would be his greatest lesson. Twotoned eyes spotted the stranger and he immediately began to size him up. The man was roughly his same height (it was hard to tell from more than twenty yards away) and looked to be maybe only slightly lighter in weight than Vitus (because the man looked starved from here). The stranger was obviously older, and was probably much more competent than Vitus - but at this point the Armada didn't care. He approached slowly and with purpose, head falling into line with his spine in a more predatory stance. A low growl hovered in his trachea, but he waited until he was within five feet of the stranger to let it loose. He positioned himself directly in line with Soliloquy, knowing that as long as he could keep both eyes on the man, he was unlikely to miss a spur of the moment attack. His ears fell back over his head, and he drew his upper lip skyward to reveal pearly white fangs. Shoulders rolled forward instinctively as he purposely set his paws in a slightly wider stance than normal to allow for better balance. Claws dug into the earth for traction, and his tail extended out from his rump. He shrunk an inch or two as his legs bent, coiling beneath him while lowering his center of gravity. His eyes narrowed until the inner band of green was all that you could see., the skin around his optics bunched so that, if attacked there, he was slightly more guarded. His core tensed as he readied himself, knowing that there would only be a moment or two more before they would collide and blood would be spilled. He wouldn't give the stranger the satisfaction of making the first move, though. In a sudden flurry, he sent his figure into forward motion directly toward Soliloquy. Their distance of five feet apart wouldn't give him a ton of room to maneuver, but he didn't need it. The skin around his face grew taut as his fangs gaped wide, teeth attempting to bare down on the flesh of Soliloquy's right cheek, right behind the point where the man's lips drew together in a point. He knew the skin would be thin there, and sensitive. Ideally, his jaws would draw closed with medium pressure, enough to rip flesh and tear a wound that would make his opponent hurt. His jaws in motion for this point, Vitus would attempt to simultaneously draw his right forepaw around the outside of Soliloquy's left forepaw and then back toward himself (Vitus) in hopes of pulling the leg toward him and off balancing the stranger. For this to work he would lift his leg upward, and so his weight would automatically redistribute among his other three limbs and tail. The last thing he wanted was to be knocked over. I of ? "Burn Baby Burn" |
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His teeth fell shut on the thin skin of Soliloquy's right cheek, finding purchase exactly where he'd intended. It felt remarkably good to cause pain, much better than he would have ever thought. His attempt to swipe Soliloquy's paw out from under him was unsurprisingly unsuccessful, as his paw caught the opponent's leg somewhere on the lower third and succeeded in only lifting it and not pulling it toward himself as he'd intended. It was no matter, however, as at least his more detrimental attempt had met its' mark. Due to their closeness, there was no room to weasel his way out of Soliloquy's forward motion and a deep, ebbing pain met him in the upper right quadrant of his chest. Soliloquy had thrust his shoulder into him and the impact, he deduced, had left behind a mild contusion that would most likely be a little sore when the adrenaline left his system. More importantly, the movement caused the majority of his weight to be thrust backward as the older man pushed into him. His back legs bent in response, coiling beneath him to receive the energy being dealt to him. He wasn't used to being moved in such a manner, and so out of instinct he would release Soliloquy's cheek and tuck his chin down protectively. In that moment, Soliloquy's jaws would fall hard and fast upon the high right side of his neck, near the middle. There was pain there, enough to let Vitus know that at least three of Soliloquy's canine teeth had found purchase on his virgin flesh. He knew not what the opponent's intentions were, but he did know that he felt like he was in quite the predicament given that Soliloquy had managed to bite down on the side of his scruff. In frustration and attempt to get the older wolf to let him go, Vitus' head tilted up slightly and to his left. His jaws aimed their next strike along Soliloquy's lower jaw, his bottom canine teeth intended to land on the inside of the bone nearest where it met the upper jaw while his upper canine teeth sought purchase a few inches above that within the skin that connects the lips. His intent was to bite down hard, putting immense pressure upon the jaw which would hopefully result in both pain and a potential fracture, and would ideally cause Soliloquy to let him go. If he got a decent enough hold, he would do everything in his power to keep it, and thus control Soliloquy's lower jaw. The hours he had spent studying defensive tactics would pay off as he kept himself as on guard as possible throughout his movements. His ears laid back tight against his skull, tail and legs spread out to ensure his balance. His legs also bent an inch or two to lower his center of gravity and keep from locking any one limb. His chin lay tucked as much as possible, his eyes narrowed to slits just large enough to see out of. Claws dug into the earth as he sought traction. His shoulders rolled forward to bunch skin around his scruff while his jaws gaped wide, revealing sharp pearly-white fangs. His lips slid up and back to allow his fangs maximum exposure, while the skin around his eyes wrinkled to protect his necessary organs. II of II "Burn Baby Burn" |
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VITUS versus SOLILOQUY for SPAR
VITUS:
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