We were kind've heroes, wicked little machines.
09-23-2016, 09:54 PM
A wide, toothy grin was plastered upon Ramsay's maw as he and his brother prepared themselves for their spar. He tried his best to ignore their spectator, and luckily she remained fairly silent. Maybe she would just let them practice on their own and figure it out. He didn't really want any advice, especially from someone he didn't know - who was she anyway? What could she tell him that his dad couldn't? Ignoring the chunky woman assigned to them, his olive green eyes would stay focused on his brother as the boy put his newly learned defensive postures into place. Trying it out for himself, Ramsay placed his paws equally apart, bending all of his legs to lower himself closer to the ground, while spreading his toes over the dirt and digging his nails in. Getting a good feel for it, he lowered his head to align with his spine, and tucked his tail like Avalon had advised. His black-rimmed ears tucked back, and he narrowed his eyes as his brother insisted they get started, sounding a little impatient and excited. He squared himself up so that he was head on with Vadim, his rump wiggling with anticipation.
"Alright, let's do this!" he yipped, as he then attempted to leap forward at his brother, hoping to close the small distance between them (after all, they were normally attached at the hip). It was a playful motion, as he lifted his over-sized forepaws off the ground, awkwardly shifting his weight to his hinds and nearly losing his balance in the process. His aim was to press his forepaws onto the front of Vadim's shoulders - his left forepaw aimed for Vadim's right shoulder, right forepaw aiming for Vadim's left shoulder, hoping to push his brother backward - he had to give it a try and see what he might be capable of. He also hoped to balance his weight against his brother's form with this move, so his weight was now shifting forward. Laughing as though he already expected to win or take the advantage, Ramsay opened his little jaws, aiming a nip straight toward the end of Vadim's nose, trying to leave a stinging, but mild bruise with his puppy teeth. Now, how was his heavier brother going to respond?
Vadim vs. Ramsay || Fight training || 1/3
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