Turn the bad blood into good
01-26-2016, 11:17 PM
Rivaxorus would still himself, make himself completely calm to the other in front of him. He seemed to be around his age - despite the obvious height difference. However Riv could not think of himself stronger just because of that. His toes spread into the terrain, respectfully giving a dip of his head to the other. He would not let the other's determination go to waist. As Rivaxorus pulled back his lips to reveal his teeth. His limbs distributed evenly and toes spread into the dirt. Tail leveling with his spine his knees bent at the joints. His ears pinned to the back of his head as his shoulders rolled inward. Hackles raising and scruff scrunching he used his powerful back legs to charge at the other. In an attempt to disorientate the other he took a step towards his right Ganta's left. Aiming for his left shoulder to slam against the base of Ganta's head. Immediately after his left leg sought out Ganta's right ankle in an attempt to hook and dis-balance him. Tilting his head to the right his jaws opened upper teeth seeking the top of his spine and the lower towards the base of the shoulder. His back legs kept him steady, eyes narrowed and pupils dilating to lock on the opponent. Rivaxorus was hoping this was a worthy spar to take, but he didn't intend to put Ganta's life at risk of course.
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