His paw slammed back to the earth having grasped nothing but air, his jaws not gaining a good grip so he pulled back. Vereux retaliated by seeking to slam his paw against Atreides' right foreleg, and Atreides allowed the foreleg to bend deeply at the elbow, absorbing a great deal of the force of the blow by moving with the force until Vereux's paw slid off the leg having left barely more than minor bruises. Atreides was quick to slip his defenses back into place, readjusting his weight to be evenly distributed to all four limbs, his joints going loose and bending into a half-crouch to lower his center of gravity. His stance remained wide, his toes sliding apart to increase his grip and flexing to drive his nails into the dirt, tail flagged even with his spine. His white-tinged hackles were raised, his face scrunched up in a silent snarl that wrinkled the skin around his narrowed eyes in protective ridges. His ears pinned back, head dropping back level with his spine, his chin tucking back down, though he kept his head turned towards Vereux.
Planting his forelegs in place Atreides pivoted his hindquarters to his left in an attempt to bring him face-to-face with Vereux once again as Vereux attempted to snap at him. Rather than flinch away Atreides chose to meet the attack head on - he attempted to intercept the bite with one of his own, jaws seeking to close over Vereux's jaws from the half-blind wolf's left side in the center of his muzzle, his upper canines over the muzzle and his lower canines seeking to hook beneath Vereux's jaws in an attempt to gain a solid grip upon it. (counter) His hindquarters coiling beneath him for power he tried to drive forward, trying to slam the whole of the front of his chest into Vereux's, knowing it would hurt him nearly as much as Vereux if it landed but wanting to drive the older man backwards.
For the moment he'd forgotten about Valentine, forgotten the purpose behind the spar in the pure unadulterated joy of being in motion, of doing everything his father, and Daegmar, and Birna had taught him. This was what he'd been raised to do, this was the Armada blood that sizzled through his veins.
ATREIDES vs VEREUX for SPAR
Round 2/2
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