LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
At the sound of approaching pawsteps through the autumn foilage Lyndvarr began to set his defenses, all to aware that his sister Lærke might relish the opportunity to jump him. Sisters could be such a pain. He hoped for a new opponent, someone who fought in unexpected ways, who could keep him on his toes so that maybe the next time he fought Lærke he could really surprise her! And heck… maybe even Maeva. OH how he'd love to put her in the dirt! Lynd's eyes narrowed, his ears pinning tight to his head as his jaws parted slightly in preparation to attack or defend. His toes splayed and claws dug into the earth, hackles raising as a voice a greeted him. Lyndvarr turned his head to see a small woman approach his right side, stopping 9 feet away. Warja! He'd heard quite a few stories of this woman's fire in battle…. and he swiftly tucked his tail between his legs and across his undersides. He knew he was vulnerable to smaller opponents and with this woman about a foot shorter than he was she'd barely have to stoop for the Finnvi family jewels! Yikes!
" Hey," she called with a grin, "you and me, eh?"
Lyndvarr nodded. "Sure, you're on!" He started to turn to face her but paused as she slipped into a crouch and wiggled her eyebrows at him, opening her mouth as if to speak. His brow furrowed. What was she-? And then she sprang. Hey! Lyndvarr quickly kicked his hind-end behind him so that he might bring them facing each other head on. The rest of his defenses flying up as his head moved to align with his spine, his neck scrunching back and his shoulders rolling forward, his stance widening slightly the limbs spread equidistant and bent to lower his center of gravity as his weight weight would shift evenly across his hind legs and left front leg as he sought to lift his right forelimb and throw it out at Warja, seeking to wrap it behind her tilting head just behind her right ear and across her right-sided jawline with the intention of shifting his weight suddenly forward and onto her neck to force her down as well as preventing her from easily getting away from his simultaneous jaw attack as he sought to twist his head to his own right and down seeking to catch her bottom jaw in a powerful grip [counter]. Lyndvarr hoped to land his upper jaw across the middle of the top of her lower jaw, laying his upper fangs across her tongue as his lower fangs would seek to dig into the middle of the underside of her lower jaw.
Due to the motion of lifting his front right limb, and his shift to straighten them out, Warja's left forepaw would miss it's slam for his left foreleg. Warja's chest slam was also displaced and failed to land with the target, his right foreleg, trying to wrap around her head. In addition to his jaws and right foreleg attacks he would seek to coil his back legs further, his weight shifting evenly across them as he sought to raise his left forepaw and slam it down on the toes of her right forepaw in sync with rocking his weight forward with the intent of spraining the toes. He needed to do something to slow her down or she'd be all over him like stink on a skunk.
Lyndvarr vs Warja for Spar Rd. 1/2
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