Smashing The Opponent
09-05-2015, 09:41 AM
He spoke of her name as if it interested him. Perhaps the devil had already claimed her soul. Only one knew that, and Bernadette was not about to reveal the truth of that. She felt no regret in giving him the first move either. Such a thing was a strategy of her own, in learning her opponent before she attacked. Sure one move wasn’t enough to know them fully, but it would have to be enough. The woman felt that this spar was going to definitely be of the violent sort, and she would brace herself. Ears would pin flat against her skull, orbs narrowing to protect the organs of sight. Head would lower, aligning with the spine, as behind her her tail would raise up behind her like a banner to aid with balance. Shoulders would roll forward, neck scrunching up to protect it as well. Chin would tip towards her chest, giving more protection to her throat, as hackles raised. Knees were bent at the joint, legs and toes widened, with weight evenly distributed across her limbs. Let Diablo come. He would launch himself at her in an attempt to close the distance between them. She would sidestep twice to the right {Bernadette’s right}. The attack aimed for her windpipe would instead crash into the bony part of the front of her left shoulder. Moderate bruising was sure to follow from such a hit. Luckily Bernadette had been braced for it, only sacrificing but one step backward. His bite would be misplaced as well, thanks to her adjusted position. Shifting her head to the right, further out of his reach, his fangs would simply slice her left cheek, bottom fangs reaching up just uner her chin and upper fangs hitting her cheek dead center to give some punctures and moderate slices due to the power behind his bite. Now it was her turn. The woman would push back into her opponent, also jutting out the bony part of her left shoulder as she attempted to shift more to her left and dig it into the more delicate flesh of the right side of his chest {directly next to the front of the shoulder.} Furthermore she attempted to snap her head to the left and retaliate by snapping down directly over his muzzle, where her top jaw would rest over his nose and lower jaw would hold his own lower jaw in a vice like grip to keep him from using his fangs. Finally, the woman would make a last attempt in lifting her left forepaw, shifting her weight onto her other three legs, to bring it down harshly upon the toes of her opponent. With any luck at all her claws would also get between the webbing of his toes to add some cuts into the damage pool as well. Notes:: Yes, definitely needed that laxness on default times. xD Had a busy week so take your time dear. |
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