Over And Done With

*Miksa* · 01-28-2016, 01:08 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

Defenses. Right. Mechanically the white wolf reacted to the prompting statement, rolling his shoulders forward as his frame sank into a more square stance to lower his center of gravity. Chin tucked to protect his throat, he lowered his head in line with his spine as his ears pinned themselves against his skull, bright eyes narrowing. His tail afforded itself one nervous lash before it stilled, held straight out behind him and level too with his spine. What else was there?

There was no more time to consciously think, no further time to set himself up to react, as the grey wolf across from him leaped cleanly and expertly into action. Almost immediately, Miksa felt the first rush of adrenaline, his toes and claws digging into the earth for traction as he braced and felt his hackles rise across his neck and back. He held his place, letting Surreal come to him, and was pushed back a step as his opponent's chest struck squarely against his own, feeling a dull ache caused by the collision that was likely to become a minor bruise later on. He stumbled back a step, going with the motion to keep his stance square and balanced, and met her opened jaws with the same.

With her jaws open and her head angling itself to its right, Miksa sensed as much as saw the bite coming. In close quarters and still acting mostly in defense of himself, the white wolf could not think of a proper counter measure and reacted with the first instinct that came to mind: baring his fangs as his jaws parted, the boy too attempted to tilt his head to his left in unison with Surreal's motion to try catching her lower jaw between his upper and lower canines in a bite and compromise whatever hold she attempted to get on him.

She acted quickly, distracting her opponent with the bite until he suddenly felt her forelegs bearing down against his shoulders. He braced beneath the added weight, thoughts desperately seeking a way out of his new predicament as he felt far too vulnerable in this position. Seeking to throw off whatever balance Surreal was currently taking by supporting herself against him, Miksa sought to bring her down.

With her head still tilted to her right, he swung his hind legs to his own right and angled to her left, in effect pulling his center of gravity out from directly in front of her. Attempting to use her force against her, he let his left foreleg fold slightly to bring his upper body on that side closer to the ground - squared stance bracing for the change in weight distribution while his tail swung out to keep his balance. Simultaneously, he attempted to push against the left side of her chest - exposed with her forelegs around his neck - with his right shoulder. By doing so, he tried to shove her weight off of him and to his left so that she would lose balance and release her hold against him.

MIKSA vs SURREAL
for legionary rank testing (spar)
I II III
OOC: Confirming the ten feet of distance!

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