I'm itching
02-03-2016, 11:46 PM
Finally someone would approach, responding to his call for a spar. And he just so happened to recognize the male from their short time in Sonticus, although he wasn't sure if the man would remember him. However, he wouldn't say anything of it, choosing to remain quiet as Ravine spoke up. He nodded to the brute. "Just a friendly spar," he confirmed in monotone, slowly shifting himself into a ready stance. He was eager to get started.
He prepared his defenses, feeling a little rusty as he did so. His paws shifted until they were equal distance apart, legs bending to bring him closer to the ground. Shoulders rolled forward, scruff bunched up and head lowered to keep his throat protected. The hair along his neck, shoulders and spine rose to create a buffer against his opponent's teeth, tail straightening to align with the spine to afford him extra balance. His ears folded back, silver eyes narrowed and the skin of his muzzle wrinkled up to protect his face. He was ready.
He started forward at a careful pace, head on, picking up speed as he attempted to close the distance between himself and Ravine. When he was sure he was close enough (within 3 ft.), he veered drastically to his left, trying to line himself up to be head on with Ravine's right side. Shifting his weight to his hindquarters, Xeph lifted his right forepaw and tried to send it crashing down on the other man's right forepaw with the hope of spraining some toes. Then with the strength of his hind legs, he tried to spring forward, intending to collide with Ravine. Aiming the bony front part of his right shoulder toward the muscle of Ravine's shoulder, directly above the elbow joint, he hoped to leave a mild bruise.
Hoping he'd connected with his shoulder thrust, he would then turn his head to his right while tilting it just slightly left, parting his jaws wide. He intended to bite into the upper portion of Ravine's right shoulder, where the shoulder met with the scruff. His upper canines aimed to dig into the very top of the shoulder, just a few inches away from the spine, while the lower canines tried to close on a clump of scruff just along the bone-line where the scruff lined the edge of the shoulder. He hoped to leave moderate punctures and gain a solid grip, but he was prepared for the fact that the tables may turn and he'd have to adjust his strategy. That's why he was here, to practice the ever changing art and dance of real battle.
Xephyris vs Ravine || Spar || 1/2
He prepared his defenses, feeling a little rusty as he did so. His paws shifted until they were equal distance apart, legs bending to bring him closer to the ground. Shoulders rolled forward, scruff bunched up and head lowered to keep his throat protected. The hair along his neck, shoulders and spine rose to create a buffer against his opponent's teeth, tail straightening to align with the spine to afford him extra balance. His ears folded back, silver eyes narrowed and the skin of his muzzle wrinkled up to protect his face. He was ready.
He started forward at a careful pace, head on, picking up speed as he attempted to close the distance between himself and Ravine. When he was sure he was close enough (within 3 ft.), he veered drastically to his left, trying to line himself up to be head on with Ravine's right side. Shifting his weight to his hindquarters, Xeph lifted his right forepaw and tried to send it crashing down on the other man's right forepaw with the hope of spraining some toes. Then with the strength of his hind legs, he tried to spring forward, intending to collide with Ravine. Aiming the bony front part of his right shoulder toward the muscle of Ravine's shoulder, directly above the elbow joint, he hoped to leave a mild bruise.
Hoping he'd connected with his shoulder thrust, he would then turn his head to his right while tilting it just slightly left, parting his jaws wide. He intended to bite into the upper portion of Ravine's right shoulder, where the shoulder met with the scruff. His upper canines aimed to dig into the very top of the shoulder, just a few inches away from the spine, while the lower canines tried to close on a clump of scruff just along the bone-line where the scruff lined the edge of the shoulder. He hoped to leave moderate punctures and gain a solid grip, but he was prepared for the fact that the tables may turn and he'd have to adjust his strategy. That's why he was here, to practice the ever changing art and dance of real battle.
Xephyris vs Ravine || Spar || 1/2