Smashing The Opponent
10-24-2015, 07:16 PM
So intent she was on this battle, not willing to give any quarter to the crazed man. Her left shoulder would dig into the softer part of his chest, though her fangs would miss their intended target. Instead, the man would drop suddenly into a bowed position, her top fangs grazing his crown and lower fangs slicing his left ear. It was a small amount of blood, but blood all the same that danced upon her tongue. Finally her left forepaw would upon the right foreleg of the man, just below his elbow, only to slide off his leg and leave scratches upon it. Bernadette would instinctively keep her defenses up during this time. Ears would remain pinned, her eyes narrowed, her hackles raised and jaws parted in a snarl. Her shoulders were rolled forward, chin tucked inward, her tail raised behind her. Weight would be redistributed evenly across her four limbs, legs and toes spread as claws bit into the earth below. Now came retaliation. Diablo, directly below her now, would surge upward with a spring from his legs. She would attempt to reel backwards, his jaws instead clamping down across her lower jaw, his top jaw resting upon her right side and bottom jaw resting across the left side directly in the middle of it with a crushing grip. Small punctures, as well as moderate bruising to the area, would be her cost to letting this man get his grip. To attempt to shake the man the woman would kick out with her right foreleg, aiming to strike Diablo in the very center of his chest with as much force as she could muster. She would shift all of her weight into the attack, a snarl rumbling from her as her mouth hung open, trapped within his grip. In addition to this she would attempt to tear her jaw free, causing more lacerations to form and her own blood to spray as she did so. |