These Gangstas Ride Rockets, They Takin' Off! [Abraxas, Any Brave Souls]

*Ashiel* · 11-27-2017, 09:40 AM

Movement caught Ashiel's attention and his gaze flicked to the scarred male. Oh, a contender? He shuffled back from the den gesturing to Gaios that he could take over coaxing their new friend from the den while he dealt with this one. Ashiel turned to face the man with a wicked grin that to any Abraxas would swiftly mark him as Pyralis' son. He took the insult and let it wash over him. Whelps, huh? Ashiel let out a slow, low chuckle. "My mommy will tear me a new one if I don't bring her back your blood, you wrinkly old geezer. Tell you what, you take me all the way down and you're more than welcome to decorate with my entrails, maybe hang my tail on that limb over there, for good luck. You'll need it."

Ashiel's brow winkled as the quiet, cunning voice of his cousin slipped through the stillness. He wanted this fight. He'd prefer it just be him and this man. After all, part of this raid was ceremonial. He was a yearling now and by their families standards a young man and he had to pass through blood and fire to assure his mother that he was worth of the name 'Abraxas'. "This man's mine, Astar," he growled. "I'm doing this for my mother, watch my back." And particularly, he wanted her to keep an eye on Gaios. He was the youngest after all and Ashiel could only imagine what his uncle would say if Gaios was seriously hurt in this encounter. His thoughts drifted to his training with Pyralis, with Kanja and with Malleus. This fight was going to be the culmination of his training thus far and bloodshed was the goal.

Ashiel backed up to widen the distance between them a few more feet as he faced the man, making it clear that he intended for this fight to be one-on-one though he could only make so many promises. He couldn't control his family. His defenses came swiftly together. His skull and tail lowered to align with his spine, chin tucked slightly and neck scrunched back as his shoulders rolled forward, pushing fur and fat over his vitals. Hackles and fur stood on end as he spread his limbs equidistant apart, bending them slightly to lower his center of gravity as well as evenly distribute his weight. Toes splayed as claws dug into the earth. Jaws parted, eyes narrowed and ears pinned tight to his head.

Powerful limbs beat into the ground as Ashiel launched himself forward, attempting to close the distance between himself and Inverno. He attempted to approach the other man directly head on, resilient and unflinching. Ashiel's weight would shift to his hind-legs which spread a little farther, his knees bent and his weight carefully centered over them with his tail splayed out, parallel to the ground for extra balance. He sought to throw his arms up and wrap them around the base of Inverno's neck, just in front of his shoulders. His right foreleg attempted to wrap around the left side of the neck while the left foreleg attempted to wrap around the right side. His goal was to get a good hold both to aid in his own balance and to use his own weight as a burden on Inverno's movements. Simultaneously, he sought to crash the middle of his chest into the upper portion of Inverno's chest with the intent of causing bruising and knocking the breath from his opponent.

Ashiel worked like a fine oiled machine, seeking to keep his attacks fluid and at the same time as his chest slam Ashiel's head would slide to his right, twisting in slightly towards his center, as he tried to drive his upper fangs into the man's left eye and his lower fangs into the mans flesh below the base of his left cheek. His goal was to puncture the eye and seize hold of the mans face. He felt the pressure to succeed, knowing that to fail would almost be more than he could bear.

Ashiel vs Inverno for maim (blinding in left eye)
Round 1 of ?
Build: Heavy
Height: 42"

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