Crash and BURN

Surprise flickered across her features as Mercy suddenly dropped. Making every one of her attempted attacks miss. But of course, Mercy was the more experienced fighter. She lived and breathed fighting. And while Avalon had some experience under her belt, she was no seasoned veteran. She would have loved to have a warrior with this kind of experience among her own, but she doubted that would happen after this. Assuming of course, that she lost. But something told her that she might not win against this woman unless some miracle happened. And while she did have her companion, she wanted it to sit this one out.

Through the split seconds that fell between them, Avalon ensured her defenses remained intact. Her ears were pinned to her head, eyes narrowed. Her jaws were parted for both attack and defense. The skin around her face and eyes was bunched and wrinkled to further defend her face, an enraged snarl pouring from her maw. Her hackles remained standing, tail flagging out behind her, spine as straight as it could be while her head had slightly tucked down, chin pulling in to tuck over her throat. Her hind legs were equidistant apart for better balance, toes splayed and her claws biting the earth.

If Mercy thought she could get her so easily (though maybe she very well could), she thought wrong. In a flash of teeth, Avalon's jaws remained parted as she redirected her bite. As Mercy came up, Avalon would quickly pull her head back enough to see her opponent, as well as potentially get her face out of the line of danger, and roll her shoulders upwards (kinda tucking slightly like a turtle) bunching the padded fur and skin around her neck and shoulders.

Mercy's teeth would cut into the extra skin and fat just below Avalon's jaws, her fangs cutting the skin and tearing up a patch of fur. leaving moderate cuts. Once Mercy's jaws snapped shut, Avalon made her move.

Avalon's jaws were still aiming downwards, but instead of going for Mercy's eyes, her jaws would seek to find Mercy's own jaws. Avalon would attempt to deliver a crushing bite, not enough to break Mercy's muzzle, but to cause enough pain and damage to make her bleed and submit. Though she doubted the latter would happen. Her top jaw sought to bite over Mercy's top jaw, and her bottom jaw sought to slide beneath Mercy's bottom jaw [Counter]. She aimed to bite down as hard as she could. In the process, she hoped to push Mercy's head down and twist it to her (Avalon's) left and potentially put Mercy's neck in a strained and awkward angle.

Avalon hoped to achieve a solid grip with her bite, and should she succeed, then she would set her other move into motion. With her previous lean towards her own left (from when she previously attempted to shove her weight against Mercy's neck), she would let her weight continue to move her. Her head and top half pushed forward and downward, her right foreleg in the air while her left foreleg regrounded. Avalon's weight would redistribute to her now three grounded limbs, and as she let her weight bring her closer to the ground, then she'd seek to bring her right foreleg over the left side of Mercy's neck once again. She aimed to once again, apply presser against Mercy's neck and bring her flopping down to the ground. And with avalon's previous movements, Mercy's left foreleg would come over Avalon's right foreleg, and Mercy's right foreleg would slide off of avalon's left shoulder.

Finally, with one final effort, Avalon's hind legs would push her forward. She'd attempt one last time to shove her chest into Mercy's head/face, hoping it would strain the womans neck even further, bruise her, or suffocate her with her thick fur. Anything was possible, and it was the Alphess' last ditch effort as she began to tire.

At this point, there wasn't much else she could do except hope...

AVALON VS MERCY FOR FORCE CLAIM
ROUND 3/3