Brush The Dust Off My Sword

Battlesong gave a high-pitched alert as her keen eyes spotted the exotically marked male. Surreal glanced up then turned to face him as he approached, her mismatched eyes looking him over, noting his markings with some curiosity, as she sought to put a distance of ten feet between them. His introduction, however, brought her ears up. She remembered Arian’s son mentioning relations to Walkers. Was this a relative? She remained silent, however. Despite his manners, something about this fellow had her hackles itching. Like beauty, manners could often only be skin deep. She nodded, instead, offering “Surreal Adravendi.” Before she moved immediately into the fight.

She kicked off even as her surname left her jaws, and she sought to swiftly close the distance between them, tail and head flowing level with her spine, shoulders rolling forward over the base of her neck as she tucked her chin to guard her throat and scrunched her neck back toward her shoulders, scruff rolling up into a protective layer of fat, flesh and fur over the vertebrae. Her hackles rose to add an extra bit of padding from the base of her skull to the base of her tail, as her ears flattened to his head, her face pulled into a wrinkly snarl, and her eyes narrowed to protective slits. Her jaws parted slightly, finishing off her facial defenses. Her paws fell in a balanced spread, toes stretching apart for added balance and her claws biting into the ground for traction. Her abdomen tensed, her elbows and hocks bending slightly to lower her center of gravity as she sought to come at Liar from the front.

At the last possible moment, she sought to duck slightly  to Liar’s left, her own right, wishing to drive the point of her left shoulder into the center of his chest, aiming for the point where neck became breast, hoping to drive the wind out of his chest and stagger her similarly sized opponent with what momentum and force she had gathered in her charge. Simultaneously, her head sought to snake around toward the left side of his head, her jaws aiming to latch onto Liar’s left side face, lower canines seeking a hold under his left jawline, while her upper canines sought a grip above his left eye. Lastly, she sought to snap her left front paw upward and forward, seeking to snag his left front leg around the wrist and drag his left leg from underneath his as her other three legs received her weight to maintain her balance, claws digging into the ground to keep a grip on the turf.

The adrenaline was already thrumming through her veins. She felt great!

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Extra Notes: Yikes! Just squeaked by! You didn't state a distance or an angle, so I went with ten feet, if that's okay. I didn't manage to get a hold of you to ask how far he was from her, unfortunately! Any questions, feel free to ask <3 *Edited to fix a coding error because I can't stand when my table looks wonky. Overseen by Evelyn <3