A fight, spar or not, could very quickly start to cause pain to bloom on different parts of the body. The bruising on his left shoulder was smarting enough to make him a little more hesitant to move the limb, though thanks to adrenaline, as Arkay was learning firsthand, he would be able to continue on fighting. It would be later, after all was said and done, that the pain would really be noticeable. They were sure to have some soreness and tenderness all along their bodies after this rumble! But Féli was proud. How could he not be proud of the young one? He was doing phenomenal for his first true spar.
Félicien would keep his wits about him as the fight waged on. It was not just a matter of keeping his defenses set as they fought. Ears would remained pinned, eyes narrowed, and his head aligned with his spine. Shoulders were rolled forward, legs spread, and weight evenly distributed across his limbs. Tail would remain tucked, claws biting into the soil, and hackles raised. With the missed bite Féli’s jaws would be parted once more, lips snarling as the fight waged on.
Félicien would succeed in beginning to topple his cousin, but it came at it’s own price. Arkay’s back legs would kick out at his front limbs. Féli would feel the hits, his left foreleg slipping back under him while the right barely managed to withstand the kicks. Mild and moderate bruises would begin to bloom along his font legs, particularly in the area above his ankles and below his knees. Rather than try to resist his cousin’s attacks, Féli would try to roll with them. There was only one way to go; down.
There was another motive for Félicien to role with the attacks as well. The primary thing was to avoid putting additional strain on his muscles. Though he would have to admit fighting on the ground would be a first. Head would tuck inward, towards his own chest as his cousin sought to grab his muzzle. Instead fangs would clip at the top of his muzzle where the base met with the rest of his face. Small but deep cuts would be left in the wake of his cousin’s fangs, snapping closed before his eyes.
Arkay had succeeded in bringing Félicien to the ground with him, the golden male attempting to fall forward and slam onto his cousin’s chest {not that he had much wiggle room with Arkay’s front legs wrapped around his neck}. Rather than attempt to shift his head at awkward angle for a bit to his cousin’s muzzle, the golden brute would seek to sink his fangs into his cousin’s right shoulder. Top jaw would aim to land across the shoulder while bottom jaw sought to dig in where the right foreleg connected with Arkay’s chest. It wasn’t the best attack, but it would have to do.
Félicien vs Arkay for Dominance / Practice War Spar
Round Two / Two
Ooc:: x.x So sorry I went over the default time. It has been like pulling teeth trying to get out any spar post so I know this is likely not that great. ;; Just trying to get it done for the sake of being done since it’s not a high risk fight. -Rolls off.-
