Putting up your armour
10-19-2015, 11:09 AM
He knew this was going to be much different than his fight with Limno. Tinaro wanted to be a fighter like him, and as his peer, he knew his friend wasn't going to go easy on him.. and the same went for himself. Even if he didn't win, he knew there was much to be gained in a fight even if he did not come out the victor.
As soon as he instructed Tinaro to go first, Lark would hunker down and settle into a defensive stance. He watched Tinaro move backward first, and he noted his own rapidly tightening posture - his legs spread, his weight settling as evenly as possible between his four limbs. His tail would spring out behind him, lying evenly with his back, aiding in his balance for the impending attack. His toes would instinctively spread, claws aiming to grip slightly at the soil for traction, his head slowly lowering to find itself level with his back as his shoulders rolled forward, trying to scrunch up his scuff to avoid being grabbed by that vital location. His lips twitched slightly as his nose wrinkled, eyes wide as he anticipated Tinaro's attack.
He hardly flinched when he saw Tinaro rushing almost head-on. He could try to dodge the attack, but he felt like he could take the hit; his friend angled slightly to the left, coming to a quick halt before dodging to the other side (his own right), causing Lark to attempt to angle to his own right as well to face the attack more directly. He hadn't anticipated the attack perfectly, and he felt the sudden collision of Tinaro's left shoulder colliding with the center of his chest, below his throat. The impact was great, and it would likely form a moderate bruise by the end of the day. It threw him off slightly, and he found himself stumbling directly backwards a few steps before attempting to regain his footing and let his weight settle evenly across his four limbs once again.
A low growl began to bubble up in his throat when he felt Tinaro's teeth grazing the lower part of his (Lark's) lower right cheek. The force of the bite would pierce the flesh briefly, eliciting a slight wince of pain, though it did not hold as Lark attempted to jerk his head to the (Lark's) left, and away from Tinaro's grasp. He felt the pressure of Tinaro's forepaw coming down on his own right forepaw, and though the pain was great it was not debilitating.
His own body would attempt to shift, to pull back and slightly to the left to avoid Tinaro's jaws. Meanwhile, he would try to lunge forward, his head wanting to drop low - nearly even with Tinaro's own - wanting to push his entire weight into his attack, as his jaws parted and aimed at Tinaro's snout. He would try to move slightly to his own left, attempting to bite down around his friend's muzzle and use his weight to thrust his head downwards completely.
Lark vs. Tinaro for SPAR
Round 1 / 2
As soon as he instructed Tinaro to go first, Lark would hunker down and settle into a defensive stance. He watched Tinaro move backward first, and he noted his own rapidly tightening posture - his legs spread, his weight settling as evenly as possible between his four limbs. His tail would spring out behind him, lying evenly with his back, aiding in his balance for the impending attack. His toes would instinctively spread, claws aiming to grip slightly at the soil for traction, his head slowly lowering to find itself level with his back as his shoulders rolled forward, trying to scrunch up his scuff to avoid being grabbed by that vital location. His lips twitched slightly as his nose wrinkled, eyes wide as he anticipated Tinaro's attack.
He hardly flinched when he saw Tinaro rushing almost head-on. He could try to dodge the attack, but he felt like he could take the hit; his friend angled slightly to the left, coming to a quick halt before dodging to the other side (his own right), causing Lark to attempt to angle to his own right as well to face the attack more directly. He hadn't anticipated the attack perfectly, and he felt the sudden collision of Tinaro's left shoulder colliding with the center of his chest, below his throat. The impact was great, and it would likely form a moderate bruise by the end of the day. It threw him off slightly, and he found himself stumbling directly backwards a few steps before attempting to regain his footing and let his weight settle evenly across his four limbs once again.
A low growl began to bubble up in his throat when he felt Tinaro's teeth grazing the lower part of his (Lark's) lower right cheek. The force of the bite would pierce the flesh briefly, eliciting a slight wince of pain, though it did not hold as Lark attempted to jerk his head to the (Lark's) left, and away from Tinaro's grasp. He felt the pressure of Tinaro's forepaw coming down on his own right forepaw, and though the pain was great it was not debilitating.
His own body would attempt to shift, to pull back and slightly to the left to avoid Tinaro's jaws. Meanwhile, he would try to lunge forward, his head wanting to drop low - nearly even with Tinaro's own - wanting to push his entire weight into his attack, as his jaws parted and aimed at Tinaro's snout. He would try to move slightly to his own left, attempting to bite down around his friend's muzzle and use his weight to thrust his head downwards completely.
Lark vs. Tinaro for SPAR
Round 1 / 2
