The Kill

Her head lowered to align with her spine, tail flagging out for balance as it fell in line with her body. Her chin tucked over her throat, legs widening to hip and shoulder width apart as her toes spread, claws digging into the dirt. Hackles rose along her spine, ears pinning to her head as she narrowed her eyes on her nephew. Shoulders rolled forward, pulling with them her scruff as it bunched up to offer more protection. She slightly lowered herself, joints bending to allow her fluid movement. Lastly, she bared her teeth as she scrunched her muzzle, face wrinkling as the skin on her face potentially added further protection.

With a faint playful smile (a childish attempt to put him at least slightly off guard), she coiled her hind limbs and kicked off from her stand still position. Powerful legs sought to bring her closer to her target, and when there was the last foot between them, she feinted to her left. Her right shoulder jutted forward like a sharp javelin, the woman seeking to drive it into the base of Rivaxorous' throat to try and drive the wind from him, hoping to that it would knock him back. Should she succeed in her strike, there was no doubt a bruise would blossom on both of them.

No matter how much she disliked hurting those she loved, she had to practice her skills somehow. She only hoped he wouldn't take this the wrong way. Still, she would strive to do her best and try to succeed in her endeavor. Her right forepaw would snake forward, seeking to hook it around his right forepaw and attempt to pull it towards her. As she made this move, her weight shifted to her three grounded paws, weight centered in the event he tried to knock her over. Lastly, jaws parted as her head tilted towards the younger male's throat, seeking to land a bite on the right side of his neck. Her goal was to try and force him back, make him falter and lose his balance. Secretly, she hoped her bite would not only hurt, but help to achieve her goal as well.