Hell raiser
04-23-2013, 06:47 PM
Muscles would tug up the edges of her marred face in a malicious smile as he dipped his head and she returned the motion. Her hearing and smell were her greatest asset here and she could here his more sudden movements from the way the wind would move around his body. Her mother had been blind for 5 years before her death and few would have ever guessed. Zara would make it just as hard for anyone to ever find out about her blindness. And if he took that as a disadvantage for her then she would take that to her advantage and rip him to pieces. She was far from new to fighting, it was just time to adapt her style to fit her new needs. It should be an easy warm up fight right? As long as he did some damage to her she would be happy, she wanted to bleed today, wanted to feed these lands. She had always been told that a place that had blood spilt on the land too much began to grow a taste for it. This place defiantly had a taste for it. She would do her best to help sate that thirst for another day and tomorrow, if her wounds from this would allow it, she would return to pay her dues once more. Blood blood blood, she needed to feel it on her pelt, she needed to taste it in her mouth. Newt had been spending far too much time with Kaios and it was beginning to show more and more as Zara's mind began to drift once again.
If he took the time to watch after he threw the rock before her he would see the smirk and look of utter mocking that would draw across her features. Really? A rock? She knew where he was from his breathing, from the accelerated sound of his heart, she knew he hadn't moved from the lack of paw falls on the hard ground. But soon enough he was moving and the massive female turned into the boulder she was designed like. Heavily muscled shoulders hunched and body would twist towards the right as soon as he fainted to that side. She hated when wolves didn't attack head on, made things more difficult... Not for her, his jaws would part and she would push the back of her shoulders and neck into him before he could close his jaws properly. She would push, bracing herself and binging her shoulder down to his level and twisting so he could only get a hold of the meaty part of her shoulder and back. Thick guard hairs would be pushed into his mouth, down his throat as she continued to push her weight against him, hoping that that mass amount of hair that cusioned her neck would eventually choke him and lead to him having to let go. But if not his angle gave him a slight grip and she could feel the sting of teeth but he could do little damage back there. Lowered head would twist, her maw turning towards his legs in an attempt to grab his forelimb and eventually crush the bone if at all possible.
Rounds: 1/5
Attacks: Lowered her right shoulder to meet the attack, leaning into it even as he opened his jaws. Attempting to force as much hair and fur and flesh into his mouth to make him gag. At the same time turning her maw to the right to snap at his foreleg, looking to get a hold on the bone above his paw (forget the name >.>)
Defences: Balance centred, leaning to the right but paws spread to brace against him and keep the pressure against his jaw. Head lowered and scrunched with ears back against her skull and eyes narrowed. Tail slightly tucked but bottom half sticking out due to the old break.
Injuries: Bite along her upper shoulder/neck currently minimal
If he took the time to watch after he threw the rock before her he would see the smirk and look of utter mocking that would draw across her features. Really? A rock? She knew where he was from his breathing, from the accelerated sound of his heart, she knew he hadn't moved from the lack of paw falls on the hard ground. But soon enough he was moving and the massive female turned into the boulder she was designed like. Heavily muscled shoulders hunched and body would twist towards the right as soon as he fainted to that side. She hated when wolves didn't attack head on, made things more difficult... Not for her, his jaws would part and she would push the back of her shoulders and neck into him before he could close his jaws properly. She would push, bracing herself and binging her shoulder down to his level and twisting so he could only get a hold of the meaty part of her shoulder and back. Thick guard hairs would be pushed into his mouth, down his throat as she continued to push her weight against him, hoping that that mass amount of hair that cusioned her neck would eventually choke him and lead to him having to let go. But if not his angle gave him a slight grip and she could feel the sting of teeth but he could do little damage back there. Lowered head would twist, her maw turning towards his legs in an attempt to grab his forelimb and eventually crush the bone if at all possible.
Rounds: 1/5
Attacks: Lowered her right shoulder to meet the attack, leaning into it even as he opened his jaws. Attempting to force as much hair and fur and flesh into his mouth to make him gag. At the same time turning her maw to the right to snap at his foreleg, looking to get a hold on the bone above his paw (forget the name >.>)
Defences: Balance centred, leaning to the right but paws spread to brace against him and keep the pressure against his jaw. Head lowered and scrunched with ears back against her skull and eyes narrowed. Tail slightly tucked but bottom half sticking out due to the old break.
Injuries: Bite along her upper shoulder/neck currently minimal