Go ahead, make my day [M]
02-17-2016, 10:05 PM
Feinting ignorance, she simpered back playfully, ”Apology accepted; I'm so very glad you can admit you need help. That's the first step, you know.” She was pleased with this encounter so far. The man, as delightfully rude as he was, so far ranked no higher than a flitting amusement and unless his insulting capabilities rapidly evolved in the next few minutes he would never amount to anything more than that. She'd enjoy beating his ass and then she'd be on her way. Unless... Foolishly the man stepped closer, invading her space until he was close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. Upon realizing he was within touching distance Sabine's grin widened. Something she'd found out quite early was how easy it was to misjudge distances. It was a nuisance in most cases, dangerous in others, and in a fight, well, sometimes it was the difference between winning and losing. For this reason if she wished to engage someone she usually crept closer until she was confident she could cross the remaining distance with ease or she could instigate until they attacked. ”So you're going to teach me some manners, are you?” Sabine shrugged flippantly. ”Clearly someone needs to.” Either the man wasn't too concerned with losing his nose or he was too stupid to understand that she meant to relief him of it. While the latter was entirely possible, if it was the former she didn't like the idea of wasting all that energy on a fight and not having it amount to anything. So she decided to do something else. Why not make him her bitch for awhile? Having to cater to a fat amazon's whims might give him the dose of humility he needed. And if push came to shove she could always maim him later. ”Better start with a lesson in personal space.” he grumped. Sabine, a smile still on her lips, purred back, ”What if I like you right where you are?” Without another word she lunged, aiming to maintain their head on positioning and close what little space remained between them while partially rising up on her hind legs. To do this she had to shift most of her weight to her hind legs, which were placed just over hip width apart and bent at the knee. Sabine stiffened, muscles going rigid to support her lifted forelegs, and carefully centered her weight over her knees. Her tail lifted to lay parallel to the ground and her toes splayed - moves that would hopefully better her balance. The giantess' hackles also rose to span the length and width of her back. To aid in her lunge forward the nails of her hind paws tipped downward to dig into the dirt. All of these defenses came together in a split second as she prepared for an attack. Sabine stretched her forelegs out in the hopes of sliding them across either side of the man's neck just below his jawline; left foreleg along the right side and right foreleg along the left side. Her aim was to wrap her forelegs around his neck, a move that would hopefully give her control of his head. If it all went according to plan she'd end up with her forelegs crossed at the wrists behind the base of his skull and his face pinched between her forelegs in a firm grip. Simultaneously Sabine strove to ram the entirely of her chest into the entire middle portion of her opponent's neck. She didn't have a whole lot of momentum to work with, but with his trachea possibly receiving the brunt of her attack Sabine was hoping to give him a good scare by forcefully - if briefly - restricting his airway. Sabine rotated her head to her left in preparation of a bite. As she did so her ears slicked back and her lips curled to bunched the skin along the bridge of her nose and between her eyes. While she didn't value her eyes themselves Sabine nonetheless closed them protectively. While her eyelids wouldn't do much to stop a direct hit they might save her useless eyeballs from a glancing one. The reason behind the defense was that, while useless to her, she didn't know what would happen if one or both of her eyes was struck. The last thing she needed was an eye geyser gushing blood all over the place. With her head twisted to her left Sabine then snaked her head down with gaping jaws in search of her opponent's face. She sought to bury her upper teeth into the right side of the man's forehead and her lower teeth into the left side of his forehead. The giantess was aiming - albeit blindly - for her opponent's eyes. If everything went the way she envisioned it her upper left canine would pierce his right eye with the rest of her upper teeth sinking into his brow/forehead and her lower teeth would mirror her upper ones with her lower left canine puncturing his left eye and the rest of her lower teeth sinking into his brow/forehead. She was hoping to clamp down and earn a powerful grip. And oh yes, she did hope to blind him. If he was going to be an asshole he might as well be a blind asshole. Round ONE of THREE? |
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