my skin will scream

The youth had already slipped into the stance his mother, father, and siblings had long ago drilled into his head. His paws were slightly wider than hip and shoulder width apart, his joints loose for freedom of movement and slightly bent to lower his center of gravity. His weight was centered, and his large paws spread wide with the claws digging into earth for traction. His striped tail had gone level with his spine to allow for better balance, and his head dropped so that his neck made a straight line with his spine as well. He pulled his head back as his shoulders rolled forward, the dual motion driving his scruff up into ridges of skin and fat for protection. His hackles raised along his back and shoulders, eyes were narrowed, and his ears pinned back against his skull as his chin dropped slightly over his throat. He held himself lightly and ready, prepared for the unexpected. This was, after all, his first real fight.

Chaos snorted at the old woman's whinging about his manners. What did she expect, bowing and scraping to her? She was the one who'd called for a fight to begin with. "Chaos Saxe," he retorted immediately, his muzzle twitching into lines of disgust that this butterball shared a surname with him. Already in a fighter's stance, he was not taken by surprise at her unsporting leap overtop his words. With his body already coiled like a spring, it was the work of an instant to push off with all four paws, leaping to his left and out of the way of her initial charge to avoid it entirely. His movement also lent him some distance from her bites, so that the single connection she managed sliced a single canine in a short, moderate laceration right in front of his right hip. Her right forepaw managed to drape over his lower back, but as it was only her paw and not her whole foreleg she was unable to throw enough weight upon him to overthrow him.

Planting his hind legs, Chaos pivoted his upper body sharply to his right, seeking to slam the point of his right shoulder into Nausica's flank immediately behind her rightside rib cage with all the force he could summon, hoping to throw her off him. Simultaneously his left forepaw would seek to cross behind her and hook her left hindpaw with the intention of jerking it towards his chest in the hopes that the combined attack would send her tumbling.

Turning his head further to his right, with his jaws gaping wide, he attempted to sink his unnaturally long, serrated fangs into her back just forward of her hips - his upper jaw with the long canines on the left side of her spine and his lower jaw with the heavier incisors on the right, with the intention of severing her spine between them. No point in a fight if you weren't going to throw your whole soul into it, was there?

CHAOS vs NAUSICA for SPAR
Round 1/3