Putting up your armour
10-11-2015, 12:18 AM
Within moments, his sparring partner arrived, of whom he greeted with his own sly grin. It was in that split second the smaller male realised how tall his friend had grown to become, though he had beaten a similarly sized opponent when he was a yearling and so he remained faithful in this spar and his own advantages. "Yup," he answered simply with noticeable hype in his voice, soon nodding in acknowledgement for being allowed the first move. It had been a while since he had commenced a fight, being quite accustomed to reacting to the first move, however, he took this as an opportunity to be equally confident in both positions.
Normally he would take a few minutes to set his defences up, though since he was starting the spar, his opponent was sure to be watching ever move he made - where was the element of surprise in that? So after his acknowledging nod, he took a few steps back to create a distance of three metres (10 feet) between them. His paws broke into a run as he sought to close the distance between them, approaching his opponent head-on but slightly to his (Lark's) left. With his tail streaming behind him, the breeze and momentum pushed his ears back to his skull as his eyes narrowed, chin tucked and lips curled into a snarl. Shoulders rolled forward while his abdominal muscles tightened and raised hackles bristled.
A metre (3 feet) away from his opponent, he would brake, digging his claws into the ground and splaying his toes for grip. Without hesitation, he would pivot his body to his (Tinaro's) left in the hopes of confusing his opponent with the positioning. After pivoting, his left shoulder would drop as he attempted to ram it into his opponent's chest, just below the windpipe to avoid causing serious damage. He hoped to knock the wind out of the younger male as well as inflict bruising. Simultaneously, his head would snap to his (Tinaro's) right as his jaws unhinged in an attempt to grip the fleshy part of his opponent's lower right cheek, being the highest area he could properly reach with his jaws. Finally, his (Tinaro's) left forepaw would rise before slamming down on his opponent's right forepaw, hoping to dislodge a couple bones and perhaps render it useless for further activity.
TINARO vs Lark for SPAR
Round ONE of two?
Normally he would take a few minutes to set his defences up, though since he was starting the spar, his opponent was sure to be watching ever move he made - where was the element of surprise in that? So after his acknowledging nod, he took a few steps back to create a distance of three metres (10 feet) between them. His paws broke into a run as he sought to close the distance between them, approaching his opponent head-on but slightly to his (Lark's) left. With his tail streaming behind him, the breeze and momentum pushed his ears back to his skull as his eyes narrowed, chin tucked and lips curled into a snarl. Shoulders rolled forward while his abdominal muscles tightened and raised hackles bristled.
A metre (3 feet) away from his opponent, he would brake, digging his claws into the ground and splaying his toes for grip. Without hesitation, he would pivot his body to his (Tinaro's) left in the hopes of confusing his opponent with the positioning. After pivoting, his left shoulder would drop as he attempted to ram it into his opponent's chest, just below the windpipe to avoid causing serious damage. He hoped to knock the wind out of the younger male as well as inflict bruising. Simultaneously, his head would snap to his (Tinaro's) right as his jaws unhinged in an attempt to grip the fleshy part of his opponent's lower right cheek, being the highest area he could properly reach with his jaws. Finally, his (Tinaro's) left forepaw would rise before slamming down on his opponent's right forepaw, hoping to dislodge a couple bones and perhaps render it useless for further activity.
TINARO vs Lark for SPAR
Round ONE of two?
