Suitable, My Queen?

Roselin wagged her tail too and fro as she carefully set her balance, her paws spreading evenly even with her front end bowed and nearly touching the earth. Most of her weight settled on her hind limbs, which bent at the knees and coiled tightly. Toes would massage against the ground, nails biting through the earth as she waited. Her lips would smirk lightly, laughing softly as he spoke. "If I didn't, you would grow lazy. And we cannot have that!" She said with a bright grin, smirking as he settled into his stance. Hah! It was on. Her lips would curl lightly as mismatched eyes narrowed, watching for that fraction of a second she needed. Her tail would sway lightly, remaining out to use as balance for when she needed. He kicked off, and instantly her ears would press back, her head would duck lower to protect her neck as she shoved her shoulders forward. Loose fur and flesh would bunch along the back of her neck as fur raised on end. Three...two...

The second he went to rear she would snarl and lung, bursting forward on coil bound hind limbs. The power and momentum rushed through her as she rose onto steady for limbs, her head still ducked as she saught to slam and dig jutted shoulder blades into the delicate flesh along his throat, in hopes of knocking the wind from him and have him stumbling from her. Her balance would settle back onto all four limbs as she tried to thrust herself into him. In this time his paws landed on her forelimbs (which never moved as she burst forward). The impact would cause moderate bruising, and pain in her steps for a few days but nothing too serious. His jaws would latch on behind her shoulders on the way to her tail end, along the start of her Thoracic Vertebrae (Ref). His upper jaws would sink deeply into the left of her back, while the bottoms hooked along the right, digging in deep enough to cause pain and instant blood. He recieved a solid grip, but not the control he had desired. Her head would tilt to the left, in what little breathing room she had in her desired movement, to try and aim for a grip on his right forelimb. She hoped to wrap her jaws around the cushy muscle of his Extensor Capri Radius (Ref). She wanted a good grip along his leg, to sink her teeth deep in his flesh so that she might have control of it.  She loved her brother to bits and pieces, but everything was free game when they sparred.

Ros vs Amby
1/2 rounds
for fun!