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The woman was a whole lot smaller than Avalon. A little more than a foot of height separated the pair, and she wasn't quite used to fighting smaller opponents. Still, it would be good practice to fight someone with a big size difference. She often found herself tussling with wolves her own size, if not a little bigger. The woman's response to her question confirmed that she was indeed here for a spar, and Avalon nodded slightly as she rolled her shoulders to loosen herself up. The pair were roughly the same age, so she figured they would be a match...asides from size, of course. Then again, she had no idea how much the other woman had in fighting experience, but there was only one way to find out, right? The pale woman gave the okay for her to start the match, but before she did, Avalon would introduce herself. "My name is Avalon, by the way." Regardless of whether or not the other woman wanted an introduction, it was just habitual politeness in Avalon's world to introduce one another. A courtesy to know who you were fighting. As Wren moved into a defensive posture, Avalon's gaze shifted upwards for a moment as she watched Tanaraq circling overhead. Returning her gaze to her opponent, she would begin.
In a burst of movement, Avalon's legs coiled beneath her as she attempted to close the distance between her and Wren. She aimed to come at her head on, though at the last two feet, Avalon would shift to her left with a quick side-step. Wren was significantly smaller than her...so Avalon would try to use her weight and size to her advantage. With her leftward movement, Avalon sought to bring them almost parallel, her right side lining up with Wren's left side (Avalon's shoulder aligning with the end of Wren's rib cage). Avalon would seek then, to snake her right forepaw out and towards Wren's left hind ankle, attempting to hook her paw around the joint and yank it towards her in the hopes of unbalancing the woman. Hopefully too, it would distract her opponent.
Even as she moved, she would not leave herself unguarded. Avalon's tail would tuck beneath her body, protecting her underside with her fluffy tail. Ears were of course, pinned to her head, hackles raised and head aligned with her spine as it lowered, chin tucking to protect her throat. Her teeth bared, muzzle wrinkling as her face scrunched to protect narrowed eyes. Her weight was distributed upon her three grounded limbs, which were also spread to help keep her balance. Toes splayed across the ground, nails aiding with traction as they bit into the earth. She kept her legs bent, lowering her center of gravity and to keep herself on her toes for fluid motion.
She would then decide to lean towards Wren, attempting to jut her right shoulder into the left side of Wren's flank. She sought to knock her over, or at the very least, bruise her. Lastly, Avalon's head tilted to her right, jaws opening as she then aimed a bite towards the base of Wren's tail. She wasn't seeking to rip it off or anything, just place a good bite there to cause discomfort, and potential lacerations. |
