Here Goes Nothing!
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Her heart was wildly pumping in her chest, her adrenaline pumping. And the feeling of it felt good. She couldn't think about anything else at this moment, as she thought about potentially bringing down the bigger woman. If she succeeded, then she would be filled with more confidence. If she failed, then at least it would spur her to keep trying until she did win. Especially against someone who hadn't cared at all about the others who had taken her in. Granted, she herself had been taken in...and she'd been very grateful for it. Her heart still wept for Arian, but time would heal that wound. In the midst of her charge, she failed to notice that one of her new packmates had come to watch them. Everything else was blocked out, the only one in her sights was Amachi. Her lip curled, bracing for the impact that she sought to deal. But to her disappointment, the larger woman had moved slightly to her right, thus causing Avalon's frontal assault to simply graze Amachi's chest.
Narrowed amber gaze remained locked on her opponent, hackles stiff along her spine, ears pinned to her skull, her shoulders rolling forward to protect her neck while her head pulled back slightly to roll her scruff. Meanwhile, her head lowered over her throat, aligning with her spine as did her tail--the plume flagging out to act as a rudder as she moved. Her toes spread over the cold ground, nails biting the frozen earth for traction. Her teeth were bared, cold air streaming from her nostrils in quick succession. She felt her paw hook around Amachi's left foreleg for but a moment, her own three paws still grounded and weight distributed evenly. However, her hopefulness at unbalancing her would be cut short as Amachi's paw slipped away from her. She then felt Amachi's paw graze down her right foreleg, leaving mild welts until she felt the woman's paw slide down to her own. With a snarl, Avalon's paw would be taken to the ground, though not the way Amachi had fully intended. Moderate bruising would result from her opponent's paw slam, but the hope for success in breaking would not accompany that.
Somehow, Avalon would fail to grab hold of Amachi's head, and instead her bite would be misplaced on the larger woman's left shoulder. Immediately, Avalon released her hold and sought to tear herself away, she ducked towards her right (Amachi's left) and aimed to surge forward, attempting to bring them slightly parallel to each other with Avalon's head lining up with Amachi's neck. Amachi's foreleg would grasp nothing but air, her teeth cutting down Avalon's left side just behind her shoulder leaving nothing but moderate lacerations about a half inch deep and a half inch wide. Bleeding slightly, Avalon would not falter in this fight! Once again, she would aim to shove the point of her right shoulder into the center of Amachi's left shoulder joint (between the shoulder and chest), hoping to cause discomfort and maybe stress the joint and muscles to render it painful or handicap it for the remainder of the fight. Simultaneously, her head would tilt upwards, teeth seeking to grip Amachi's throat. Her upper fangs on the outside left of her opponent, bottom fangs in the center over the windpipe. Her goal was to choke her, not kill her. Meanwhile, her abdomen would tense and her tail would tuck to protect her underside, weight distributed evenly as she sought to end this as quickly as she could. Avalon versus Amachi for Spar Round/Move: 2/3 |
