We Are The First Line [Spar]

Regulus grinned as she agreed to see how far they could make it, tail wagging briefly before he swiftly settled into his defenses. The call for beating up the big red, called in an unfamiliar voice, was ignored as he lowered his head and tail to flow level with his spine, face wrinkling into a scowl, teeth baring slightly as his jaws parted, chin tucking to guard his throat as his ears flicked back to pin against his crown, eyes narrowing to protective slits of fathomless sapphire. His shoulders rolled forward as he scrunched his neck back toward them, guarding the sides of his neck while his scruff rolled into a barrier of fat and muscle, hackles rising from the base of his skull to the base of his tail along his spine.

His paws settled quickly into a squared stance, elbows and hocks bending slightly to afford a lower center of gravity and loosen his joint for ease of movement. His abdomen tensed to add to that sense of balance, as his claws flexed against the parched earth under their paws.

It was as she made the first move that he finished setting his defenses, and he launched to meet his smaller sibling, haunches coiling and releasing to send him barreling forward in a great bound. As she angled toward her left, he sought to adjust his path; rocking back on his haunches and twisting his front end toward his sister, swerving sharply to his right and aiming to drive his full momentum forward into her left side with a powerful thrust of his coiled hind legs as she sought to skim past, wishing both bring them into a rough ‘T’ position, and to slam the full front of his chest into the point just behind her left front foreleg at the elbow. He wanted to send her toppling off balance, maybe even rolling off her feet to the ground with the force of the ram.

Her attack upon his side met nothing but air due to his movement. He sought to keep his forward momentum, whether he bowled her over or not, as his jaws snaked forward, aiming to land a solid bite at Faite’s back, just behind the shoulder-blades; lower canines seeking a grip on the left side of her spine, upper canines seeking a grip upon the right side of her spine. He wanted to keep her in one place, as his right forepaw snapped free of the ground – his other three limbs taking the weight, primarily in his haunches, his tail flagging behind him to act as a further balancing rudder, hind claws raking into the ground for added traction – seeking to slam his right front paw against the left side of Faite’s neck, just behind her lower jaw, wanting to brace his right front paw there and drive her head away, hoping to minimize the chances of her twisting around to sink her teeth into him.

The adrenalin was pumping, his heart thundering, fueling his efforts with a delightful rush of energy as he tangled with his sibling. This was not only just for training; it was for fun!

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Extra Notes: Let's goooo! :D

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think