Fang Over Fang
Aaah, she was a smart girl. The woman had decided to mirror him, to thwart his efforts and she would be somewhat successful. He was always prepared for the unexpected, his crazed mind one step ahead of the rest. He put on the brakes just before impact, hind paws dragged a few centimeters while front paws halted his momentum like a car abruptly stopping at an intersection. His head jerked up, though with the momentum he had while running, his body would slam into her regardless. It was a jarring impact on his end as his shoulders had been thrust out in his attempt at charging like a battering ram. His left shoulder would make impact with her left shoulder and a heavy bruise would blossom on his body, though it would not stop him. He had an extremely high tolerance to pain, and more often then not he didn't even really feel pain most of the time. Her counter attempt would not meet successfully in his jaws, but his jaws would eventually seek her once more.
With the close proximity, Diablo would do well to keep his defenses in check. His hackles remained raised, tail flagged out, scruff bunched about his neck, his ears remained closely pinned to his head and his eyes were narrowed. He shoulders remained rolled forward to protect the sides of his neck, chin tucked and his teeth and maw bared and scrunched. His right forepaw would be successful in hooking her left forepaw, but as soon as he felt that he could not budge her balance, he immediately re-grounded it and sought another course of action. He would redistribute his weight among all four limbs, muscles tensed as his toes splayed across the ground. As she turned her head in an attempt to bite at his head, he rose upon hind legs and aimed to wrap his forelegs around her neck, hind legs spreading wide as he redistributed his balance once more, tail flagged straight behind him.
His head twisted to his left, and with bared fangs, his head would snake forward as he attempted to get a solid grip upon the side of her face just over her left eye. He sought to tear flesh and mar her pretty face--upper canines sought to land above her eye and slice downward, and bottom canines sought to land below her eye and slice upwards. It wasn't an attempt to permanently blind her, more so to scar her with a good bite and temporarily blind her with her own blood. Due to his (potential) movement, Esti's jaws would miss his ear, and instead she would bite the fatty side of his neck where teeth would meet skin and fat and possibly muscle. He hissed with an undeniable pleasure at the pain, her teeth sinking in to create moderate wounds approximately an inch and a half deep. He felt the blood coursing through his veins and trickling out of his new wounds. This girl was a formidable opponent, and even though she was bigger, he would fight for what he so desired, and should he lose he would always (and shamelessly) give up the prize. He was not opposed to giving her a tooth of his own, oh no...he had plenty stored away.
Diablo VS Esti for Tooth/tail/ear |