It's Written In Gold [PACK CHALLENGE FOR TALIS]
Curses! He felt nothing! He had failed to give Ashiel a hug! He seemed to have completely missed the boy and he snarled in frustration. Maybe this would be harder than he thought, but still he wasn't just going to lie down and roll over for the Abraxas. He felt fur brush beneath his body for a second and instinctively Dragon curled his tail down beneath his body to protect his underside. Due to his momentum from his attempted assaults, Dragon managed to sail right over Ashiel, earning no more than a nip and probably some missing hairs off the tip of his tail from Ashiel's bite. He had dodged him for the most part, his momentum had also saved him from a gut wrenching attack that, had he not been able to dodge, might have resulted in him puking out his dinner all over Ashiel. As much as he disliked the situation with this challenge, even he would have felt bad for throwing up on Pyralis' son.
Dragon would land a foot behind Ashiel, and the moment his feet touched the ground he would pivot around, spinning on his heels until he was face to butt with Ashiel though slightly off center and a step or so to his (Dragon's) right. His defenses would remain intact, ears pinned securely to his skull, lips peeled back to expose his fangs, tail remained tucked to protect his bits, hackles raised and his head lowered with chin tucked to protect his throat, shoulders rolled forward to bunch up his scruff. His body was held low to the ground, joints bent as he then sought to charge forward to try and close the foot of distance between them. If he was lucky enough, maybe he'd actually do some damage this time, and Dragon hoped for the best but would also be prepared for the worst.
Jutting his right shoulder forward, Dragon sought to slam it straight into Ashiel, though with his (Dragon's) positioning, he was actually aiming right towards Ashiel's right hind leg just above the knee with as much force as he could. Should his attack succeed, then the goal was to shatter the boys femur, or at the very least cause his leg to seize up and leave some potentially gnarly bruising in his wake. As he attempted this, his right forepaw shot out, weight redistributing to his other three limbs, seeking to hook Ashiel's right ankle and yank it towards him in a bid to try and throw the boy off balance and to try and bring his leg in closer for added damage. Simultaneously, his left shoulder was aimed right towards Ashiel's family jewels. Although he didn't know exactly where on Ashiel's behind he was aiming at, if he were to hit this mark, then Ashiel would be in for a very painful surprise.
Lastly, Dragon's jaws opened up, head tilting to his right as he sought to aim a bite at the back of Ashiel's right thigh dead center. Upper fangs sought to pierce and firmly grip the meaty part of his opponents thigh on the outside, while lower fangs sought to pierce and grip the inside of Ashiel's thigh. Should he succeed, then Dragon's goal would be to hold on for dear life! He wanted to drag his opponent down, slow his movements, and cripple him for the duration of the fight.
Round: 2/4 Height: 39" Build: Heavy OOC//Crap tag is crap and i'm tired XD let me know if there's any questions lol |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.