Let's Test Your Bite

Did she even have to ask? He answered her with a grin, eyes glittering in excitement, tail going a million miles per hour behind him. Of course he was ready! How could he not be ready? The idea! It was preposterous, utterly ridiculous! That any would think otherwise clearly did not know him, in any way, shape, or form. Enraptured, he watched as Mercy's movements brought her to a full fighter's stance, and it was a thing of beauty. Every movement was fluid, graceful, and certain - he wanted, with all of his being, to eventually have that level of competence, skill, and ability. That would come with practice, however - practice and training.

Her demand caused him to hesitate for only a second - how should he attack her? Ah, screw it - attack her head on. She asked for it, anyways, and once fought a tiger; she could handle him no problem. He immediately flew towards her, head-on, aiming to close the distance between them rapidly. He was nearing her height, so when he got close enough, he jutted his left shoulder out in an attempt to ram her between the right side of her chest and her foreleg, the upper part. As he neared, he redistributed a little more weight onto his back legs to attempt with his hind legs, aiming to simultaneously ram his left shoulder into the upper part between the right side of her chest and right leg and bite at her neck, head twisting to try to grasp the middle part of the right side of her neck with his upper jaw, and the lower left side, directly to the left of her windpipe, with his lower jaws. Woo, attacks! He'd get her!