"Not sure if you'll like what you get to know, buddy." Perhaps not, but perhaps he would. There was no telling what sort of sweet things one could learn in battle and, quite frankly, the man was incredibly curious. He would slip into his defensive position, he head lowering to align with his spine. His ears would lay back against his skull, chin tipped forward to protect his throat. Tail would be tucked underneath his body, weight evenly distributed across four limbs in a widened stance. He would bend his legs at the joints, toes spread and claws biting the soil. Lips would part in a snarl, and he would prepare himself for what was to come.
The woman would aim to close the distance between them, seemingly at a head-on position. The man would attempt to side stop off to his left by thee steps, off-setting Mercy’s attack. Her right shoulder wound collide with the center of his chest, dead center, and he would feel a sharp pain as a moderate bruise began to form. Her left shoulder would miss his right chest hitting nothing but air instead.
Einarr would lower his head further, aiming to push forward into the female as her jaws came at him. Her upper jaw would cross the left top of his head, right above the ear, while the lower jaw stretched down across his cheek. A moderate bite, with some puncturing to boot, but he wasn’t about to let her get a hold.
Einarr would push further into Mercy further, feeling pressure where the bruise was, but hopefully, by jutting out the bone of his right shoulder he would be able to dig it in to the sensitive area of her left forechest and cause some further bruising as well. He would raise his left foreleg in addition to this, both the leg of his opponent and his own meeting awkwardly in the air. They would slide past each other, neither really getting a hook before Einarr settled his leg back on the ground and redistributed his weight.
Finally, to finish up his attack he would seek to tear his head away from her jaws and aimed lower, seeking her right foreleg where the leg connected with the chest. His upper jaws would seek to grab around the outside of her leg, across the front, while his lower jaws sought to grab the inside of the leg in a painful, holding bite.
---EINARR vs MERCY for RAGING HORMONES SPAR || Round ONE of TWO---
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