When Biting is Not Enough
12-08-2015, 09:30 PM
He wasn't sure what it was that had caused the woman to be so taken off guard, but he wasn't going to complain since he felt his right shoulder solidly slam into her left. He knew it would leave a pretty decent bruise on him as well, but he really wouldn't much care. It was like a bee sting compared to other pain he had endured in his life. His anger and adrenaline was a good distraction from the pain as well. They now seemed to be nearly chest to chest due to a bit of movement of her part, but he still tried to complete his second attack of reaching around her neck to grab her scruff. Unfortunately his second attack wouldn't be as lucky since the bitch just so happened to turn her head at the last minute before he could reach her scruff. He probably would have kept going for the attack had he not seen her open jaws lunging for his face. He tried to jerk his head back to avoid her teeth, but he wouldn't be entirely successful. He avoided her lower jaw and getting his muzzle trapped in her jaws, but her top teeth managed to scrape across the top of his muzzle, leaving a set of three moderate lacerations from about the middle of his muzzle to just above his nose. A furious growl rumbled in his chest at the pain as blood began to drip down his muzzle from the scratches. In his momentary distraction from his newest wound, he wouldn't notice her paw heading for the toes of his left paw. Pain shot through his paw and a snarling growl escaped him in response. A series of curses flew through his head, but he didn't have the time to vocalize them right now. His paw was badly bruised at the very least and he wouldn't be entirely surprised if a couple of his toes were now cracked. He happened to catch her quick glance and saw clear pleasure and lust in her purple gaze. All at once this fight got much more interesting for him. With his ears still tucked securely against his head, his blood red eyes narrowed, and his lips pulled back in a snarl, his tail level with his spine, and his neck as close to the same level as it could be, he regrouped his posture so he could go into his next attack. Of course his shoulders remained rolled forward with his hackles raised and scruff bunched protectively around his neck. Since his left paw was basically useless as far as giving him a sure footing went, he spread out his paws a bit more and leaned heavily on his other three legs. The toes of those three legs remained spread and the claws dug into the ground to help keep him steady. He had to keep his muscles tensed to hold himself on three legs as well as keeping his knees bent to help his balance. With his left front leg freed up to move, he quickly attempted to hook his left leg around her front right leg, wanting to use his leg to pull her front right paw off the ground long enough to throw off her balance. At the same time he would turn his head to the right so he was looking at her, tipping his head down so could throw the top part of his thick skull into the side of her head. He wanted to headbutt her, hopefully in her cheek or jaw. With any luck, he would give her some moderate bruising at least and daze her. Perhaps he could get some slight fractures thrown in there as well, just depended on how well his skull landed against hers. Round 2 of 3 |