Prussian Blue
12-23-2017, 07:16 AM
When she first appeared in his sight, he was in near disbelief. In all honesty, he hadn't expected to be so lucky on his first calling- the fact that he had actually got a response was surprising enough. The fact that she was just a small little thing but still willing to respond to the challenge of a Mountain King spoke volumes for her character, though he believed that to be only half of what mattered out on the battlefield. He remembered his sisters.. remembered how that, despite their size, they were capable of being the last sight of this world for even the strongest men. Her agility could be like kryptonite to a titan of his towering height out here today, and he was eager to find out what she was made of. If she was going to be the one to take him down, he wanted to get a really good look at her. As she approached, his own limbs carried him forward to help close the distance to a comfortable five feet- almost as short as a full wolf's body length. Although pride constantly swelled in his muscles and made holding his head and tail high seem like the natural state of his skeleton, he was forced to remember that it was all part of putting on a show. For the moment, he would surrender that radiating sense of nobility about himself to allow himself to answer to calling from within that could get a little bit wild. Begin Defenses.The reluctance to do so alone was enough to summon the rise of the beast's hackles, their prickling presence becoming quite obvious in that just slightly tinted and dusty chestnut mantle that stood just behind his shoulders and seemed to grow in just as thickly as his absolute mane for a neck. A neck which was lowering to align with the titan's shoulders, as well as the rest of his spine as his tail followed suit behind him. Simultaneously, his limbs were taking a position on the four corners of his unusually square body to evenly distribute his heavy weight. "You could say I am.... cu'rious about one, yes. And you..? You will sate my... curiosity?" He wasn't entirely sure if he was using the right word there, in all honesty.. it was spoken quickly and with slight uncertainty, but the grin that followed his works held the image of his impervious sense of confidence no matter what language his opponent spoke. That grin slowly morphed, splitting as his throat released a menacingly dark chuckle; his chin tucked in as his ears at first flipped forward to point directly to the red face of the woman in front of him and then tucked themselves to the side of his skull while the meat of his visage twisted into a protective snarl. Those flawlessly blue eyes were forced to narrow beneath the wrinkle of his ugly display, and those massive and nearly prehistoric looking set of fangs were ultimately revealed and left agape for the ready. Every muscle in the beast was nearly self-aware as they worked together to establish the best balance of weight, keeping his core muscles tensed and far more dense than the limberness focused in his limbs to allow for more fluid movements- his knees just slightly bent and ready to offer resistance if needed should she be the one to attack first. Offense.Although he was desperate for her to make the first move simply because he wanted to see how she'd choose to initiate it, his adrenaline had already begun to skyrocket entirely too high for him to deny himself the opportunity. His toes spread out to firmly grip the earth beneath him as he thought and anticipated how he would approach her. The cold of winter left the ground partially frozen, but perfect for using as a tool in building his moment as he suddenly launched his entire frame forward, pushing and pulling hard with those wide paws to barrel himself forward. His shoulders slowly rotated during his run, focusing their mass forward and his weight more into the beast's right shoulder as he prepared it like the head of a battering ram to go directly into the woman's skull. He expected her to dodge this move, as even with him focused entirely on his speed.. it was a short distance to try and accomplish as much momentum as he'd like to ensure she could not escape his trajectory. However, he remained determined to catch her facing him so that he could ram his shoulder into the matched height of her skull, in particular, the left side of the base of her jaw in hopes that he might bruise it badly enough or even dislodge it for a seriously early end to their little spar. Dominicus vs. Asvor for Spar Round: 1 | ? Height: 45" Build: Heavy Notes; Nyx, you have my consent/compliance to choose a different beginning distance for them. I sort of just threw a number out there for the feet between them but if you were thinking a different number feel free to mention a different one and I'll go with that, too. :3 |