Take a look at the one you're with

Her plan had worked for the most part. His flesh grazed her fangs that were poised and ready to rip into him. Suddenly there was pressure on her distributed across her shoulder blades. A yelp slide from her clenched jaws as the air was forced from her lungs as his weight came crashing down on her. Her grip on his belly wasn't as strong as she would have liked, just simply pinching his skin but still drawing blood. Legs scrambled to get underneath her in order to keep herself from being completed pinned down. She was accustom to holding his weight, not quite so low to the ground, but her body had strengthened with time to accommodate him. Claws dug into the earth for traction as an idea popped into her head. Rolling her upper body to the left, she kept her hindquarters pressed against the earth to keep most of her belly protected. By rolling she hoped to dislodge or at least unbalance his hold on her shoulders. As soon as she executed this she would pushed herself forward, jaws agape to latch on firming to his belly. She was very aware of how easy it would be to grab a hold of his most prized possessions and end this now, but she'd rather keep those around, for her benefit not his. Should she be unable to slide forward after her roll, jaws would snap at his front left leg, intending to grab and hold until she could get out from under him. Never once did her defense waiver, tail remained tucked tightly, giving him as little to grab as possible, and while her ears were safe, she kept them pinned and her eyes narrowed, mostly out of anger. If her first attack worked then he would be forced to let her up or risk having his insides separated from him.

She was used to fighting in close quarters, with both of them being so large it was tiring to attack and jump back and attack again, she preferred to stay as close to her opponent as possible. The never ending battle with her brother and fine tuned her skills, but his as well. Typically their fights didn't mean anything, just typical sibling quarrels, but she could sense that something was different in this fight. She didn't want to know his intentions so she pushed herself harder, mind racing in cold, calculated ways to attack him. Knowing her brother as well as she did meant that this would end badly for her if she didn't come out on top. Muscles burned with effort, nostrils flared with every breath. Dirt clung to her pelt, mixing with the blood on her scruff that was being smeared across her neck. She wanted up off the ground, close quarters was one thing, but being trapped beneath her brother was an entirely different thing. Her body was in constant motion, but no uselessly as to tire herself out. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, when in reality each attack happened in seconds. How much time had passed? She didn't know or care.



Round 2/3

Attacks: Rolling her upper body to the left, she intended to either dislodge or unbalance his grip on her shoulders, thus giving her room to slide forward a few inches to get a better grip on his belly.

Defenses: tail still tucked, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, hindquarters pressed against the earth to protect her belly

Injuries: Small shallow cuts to chest. Bit to the scruff, slightly bruised shoulders from his impact

OOC- If I have the wrong leg mentioned that she would attack should her first plan fail then please let me know, I kinda confused myself while trying to envision which leg it would be if she rolled to the left XD