Jethro
A foot apart was not very far, but Amachi had prepared her defenses beforehand anyway. As her limbs spread equally for balance, her ears would fall to come close to her skull. Eyes narrowing to slits to protect them from removal, as her lips pulled back curling into a snarl the skin around her face would bunch up for more protection as well. The woman's hackle's raised with a ferocity, her toes spread into the dirt for more traction. As she rolled her shoulders inward she made herself more compact, leveling her tail with her spine for balance. Scrunching up her scruff to prevent a hold on it, she lastly tucked her head accordingly to her chest and bent her joints at the knee.
The twelve inches between them was quickly closed as the male attempted to slam his left shoulder into her own right side. She would quickly shift her right back leg to the right and swing her rump that way to dislocate herself from his assault. Though the time frame still caused the smaller male to hit her on her right shoulder on the muscle - with the proximity only a soft bruise would appear in a mild wound there. That's when she took her chance to attack. Re spreading her limbs for balance she attempted to use her size to her advantage this time. Head turning to the left her jaws opened and attempted to grab onto the man's scruff and keep that hold so she would have control of his head. Her left front limb would raise, attempting to hook around his right front limb in the hopes of tripping him. As finally she kept her weight forward attempting to knock him over onto his side.
1/4 for spar |
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