Love is not a choice
Amachi set her ears against her skull, eyes only slits as the fight continued. Adrenaline travelled through her system and the warrior was as it again. Her teeth bared the skin around her face was pulled back tightly. Protecting her face from bites and other things as her toes spread into the terrain. Her tail level with her spine and shoulders rolled inward, her balance was key. As her left paw seemed to miss it’s mark Mercy would attempt the same thing the large giant would take her own left paw and slide it back a few inches to avoid any harm. A game of stepping on toes was wonderful and fun but she had other plans. Her hackles still rose and her scruff rolled forward the white shorter female aimed for Amachi’s jaw as well.
Amachi decided to abort her plan, slamming her jaws shut she used her previously moved left paw now a few inches under her to try and slide back a few inches by pushing on her front limbs to push herself backwards. Using her back legs, Amachi attempted to read up on her hind legs. Tucking her chin to her chest as her front legs aimed to wrap around Mercy’s shoulders. Her jaws opened and aimed directly towards the back of Mercy’s head, upper jaw towards Mercy’s right side of her head just behind the ears. Her lower to the left side or middle. Amachi’s goal was to gain control of the smaller woman’s head and possibly push her into the dirt. The woman’s abdomen muscles tightened then, should Mercy decide to attack her stomach the muscles contraction would protect her organs on the inside of her body. Her eyes remained slits and her back toes spread into the terrain for more traction as well.
2/3 for spar
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