Spoilage
Narrowed eyes widened briefly as his opponent suddenly ducked down. Zell slammed on the brakes by way of setting his rump to the ground as quickly as he could, abdominal muscles tightening. He would, however, let his broad chest continue falling forward. Attempting to smother Bass beneath him. He snarled when he felt Bass' teeth connect with his belly, though with the muscles tightened and rigid, and his potentially smothering Bass beneath him, the azat wouldn't gain a solid hold, however, his fangs did slice moderately sized lacerations on his upper stomach just behind the ribs.
Hopefully too, letting his weight fall on Bass would stop his paw from...hitting his man bits. (counter to a counter that was countering...Yeah). His defenses he could manage would remain in place. Eyes narrowed, ears pinned, muzzle wrinkled while teeth bared, hackles raised, tail flagged out, muscles tensed, shoulders rolled forward, head pulled back slightly to bunch the fatty rolls on his scruff, chin tucked and aligning with his spine, hind toes spread, claws biting the dirt.
Zell would lunge forward, jaws open as he attempted to grip Bass over the middle of his back, his head tilted to his left as top canines sought to dig into the right side of Bass spine and bottom canines sought to dig into the left side. Simultaneously, his left forepaw rose, and he would strive to aim a sharp jab to the joint of Bass' right shoulder, where the joint connected. Hopefully, he could make it uncomfortable and bruise him at least. Or strain it...or something. Anything. His weight shifted slightly, his right elbow bent as he sought to drop that roughly against Bass' upper ribs to try and bruise him. At this point, he might as well be trying to lay on top of him...
Zell vs Bass for Dominance |
