'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)

She had timed it perfectly. The woman had rose on her back legs, losing her balance, as she aimed to grab newt?s shoulders. She had pushed forward at the last possible second, positioning Medusa between her shoulder blades and her head was beneath the woman?s body. Her teeth had been open and ready to sink her fangs into the unprotected underbelly. Medusa would need her tail to be raised to hope for any sort of balance to occur and that would leave everything open. Yet, some how, the woman had attempted to back peddle. She had felt the movement and had attempted to push forward again; still unsure how her fangs could not have scored the soft underbelly she was aiming for. She wanted to maintain the closeness they were currently at and yet somehow, in mere seconds, and no time for her to react, medusa had managed to back peddle off her back. Sit on her but, and stand up to face her all in the same motion? She was utterly confused by this. She wasn?t slow by any means and the distance was simply impossible for such movements and yet she had managed to dodge a killing blow. What sorcery was aiding the woman to avoid every bite and blow?

Somehow in this confusion, while Medusa was sitting backwards, she had managed to score the shoulder in her jaws. Elongated jaws would grab and hold what ever she snatched. She would have held on as long as she could, followed the pull of medusa and continued forward on her to use her weight to her advantage. However, Medusa had found it easier for her to rip herself backwards. Newts bite, would be relentless with holding. Yes, the woman would trash herself backwards but the amount of flesh that would be torn off with that bite would have been crippling. Yet even still, medusa decided to rip away from newt, leaving a chunk of flesh in the dire wolves mouth. She wanted to savor the fist blood. The wounds she had inflicted on medusa had been minor with her slippery movements. Yet this wound would do damage far beyond the battlegrounds. As the woman back peddled again to give some distance between them, newt was unsure how she had found all this time for all these movements. Was time stopping around her? Was she blinded by her rage that she could not react in any manner? It was more than aggravating and she wanted nothing more then to put the woman on her ass and be done with this ridiculous fight.

Once more medusa had decided to stand upright and jump at newt. Was the woman mad? Hadn?t she just done that move? She was standing. Legs spread apart and holding her balance. Her tail was upright to help support that balance as she reacted. Her chin was tucked to protect her neck, the fur around her neck and shoulders was upright for added protection to her skin, her eyes were in slits to protect them and her ears were glued to her head. As medusa rose to attempt to strangle newt, newt put all her momentum in a forward assault. She allowed her body to rise as her back legs propelled her body forward. This would equal the force that medusa was using to push into her and hopefully overwhelm her with the 80 pound difference. She was aiming to grab the side of Medusas neck, rather then jugular, since the woman was smart enough to protect that vital area. She would feel medusas paws push into her chest but the added force of her own momentum would cancel that force out as it equaled it with her own greater force. Her jaws could aim to grab the neck and she would push her weight forward, to hit her paws in a mirrored motion of that of medusas, and attempt to pin the woman beneath her. The difference in strength and weight should be the advantage she needed to put the bitch in her place and stop all the excessive squirming and dodging.

Round: 3/4


Attacks: Since Medusa is yet again rising newt is also rising and lunging forwards to use her strength and weight to her advantage. She is meeting her head on and rather then going for a muzzle to muzzle attack she is aiming for the side of Medusas neck and mirroring her movements by pushing her paws out while simultaneously going for the side of her neck. Should she grab it then she would continue to push herself forward and use her weight to her advantage to pull the woman to the ground.


Damage: Nothing but minor toughs of fur missing from medusa grabbing at her shoulders from the protection of her hair, winter coat thickness and the forward assault that had countered the original attack.


Defenses: Her legs are parted for balance. Her tail is raised high to help keep her balance as she rises to meet medusa head on. Her ears are pinned for protection; Her eyes are in slits for protection, her fur is upright for added protection of her skin. Her chin is tucked slightly to protect her neck.