Desperation[MATURE]
07-15-2013, 03:20 PM
It had been a good while since he had clashed with an adversary, but this was certainly not his first rodeo. Not a smile or simper cracked his lips, for he did not relish in war. At one time he would have thought the same of her, but it seemed now he was being proven wrong. This woman he had once tied himself to in every possible definition of the word was now rallying against him in a public and pronounced way. He wasn't sure he would leave this fight the same - no matter the outcome. Her head swiveled toward him, matching his angle and veracity. Bite for bite their jaws met, colliding with incredible force and jarring the King considerably. The resulting blow sent his jaws recoiling an inch or two back, saving his bottom jaw from her attempt to snare it in her grasp. A growl of frustration eked from his lips as his paw did minimal damage, and only managed to off-center the woman. Her balance remained intact, but with her left paw down on the ground and her right remaining raised slightly, she might be a bit more vulnerable. Amethyst eyes remained narrowed, while his head and neck were still protectively in line with his spine. He would take this time to also roll his shoulders forward to add a bit of extra skin and fat lining around his neck. He knew she was out to torture him, but he had a feeling she wouldn't blink at the chance of seeing him die. His tail remained stuck out from his haunch, twitching only when necessary to keep his balance secure. He knew that meeting her head-on again would only result in the same jarring force as before, so he pivoted his hips to his own right (her left), attempting to bring them into an 'L' position. Simultaneously with this pivoting action, he would bring his jaws toward her in a sweeping motion, aiming for her left forearm. He would attempt to bring his jaws shut on it hard and fast, with enough force to hopefully render the limb temporarily useless - or at least painful to bear weight on. With his head and neck in a downward position, he found his front limbs bending cooperatively, whilst his hind legs remained only slightly bent. His head was tilted to the side, toward her leg, in order to deliver his bite - and the amethyst optic on that side (the right) was shut completely in order to protect it from any attack Adette might attempt. At the same time as his bite he would shift his weight carefully in effort to force his right shoulder into her left and possibly bruise the area or otherwise send her reeling. Round 2/3 Attacks - head tilted sideways with his jaws seeking her left forearm, shifting his weight in attempt to bump his right shoulder with her left Defenses - narrowed eyes (right one closed during biting and bumping motion), front legs bent more severely than back legs, balance secure, tail flagged, ears tucked, head and neck in a downward line toward her forelimb, jaws open. Injuries - temporary soreness in his front teeth where they collided with Adette's Speech, |