Spoilage
11-21-2015, 08:52 PM
Gone were the words of his opponent, only more and more disrespect spewing from his black lips. Bass was tired of games, tired of these wolves with the big talk with no bite to back them up. Zell had done very little since he joined the pack accept piss off Bass in more than one way, and he had had enough. Just because there was more room in Abaven did not mean that there was space for slackers and wolves who didn't actually care for it. If he needed to clean his ranks to get rid of all these wolves, so be it. He didn't care anymore, all he wanted to do was to finally see Abaven become the pack that he had wanted it to be all along. It took a bit of growing up for him to realize it, but he was done with these simple discussions. Action is what he craved, and the larger man would not disappoint him. Even though all of Bass' moves failed when Zell reached upwards, he was not discouraged. Bass' left shoulder had connected with Zell's lower chest, the mild impact inflicting a minor bruise on the front portion of his left shoulder. A grin split his maw as Bass' paw slammed back on the earth, and he quickly shifted his weight onto all fours again. Bass waited until he saw Zell's legs coming towards him before he quickly gave up his chance to bite as he attempted to drop into a play bow under the reared man. Bass' font legs were resting close to the earth, his rump high in the air as he shifted his weight to keep himself balanced. Tail was still flagged out behind him, aligned with his spine. Ears still clung to his head, eyes remaining narrowed as his lips curled back into a snarl. His hind legs were bent slightly, his toes spreading as his claws dug into the ground. His neck aligned with his spine as best as he could, chin tucking towards his chest. Because of his downward motion Zell's legs were unable to rest on his shoulders, his bite completely missing Bass' upper jaw. (Counter to a counter?) Without much hesitation Bass dove right in for more damage. Bass' jaws parted as he aimed to strike straight forward, hoping to sink his jaws into the meaty portion of Zell's belly, directly in the center line. His upper jaw was aimed for just below his sternum, lower jaw aimed four inches below his upper jaw. Bass hoped to achieve a grip on the sensitive flesh, hoping to bite down as hard as he could. He wasn't about to spare causing any pain, he was here to teach a lesson. Bass rose his front right leg, shifting his weight to his own left to try and keep himself balanced. Bass then attempted to strike outwards with his paw, aiming to hit Zell's more... unmentionable parts. This Azat was not above playing dirty, and was indeed going for a low blow. Bass was hoping to bruise Zell's testicles with his paw strike, causing enough pain to make the man back off of trying to do any more damage. ------------------------ BASS vs ZELL for DOMINANCE Round 2 of 2 "Talk" "You" Think |
