Just a little rusty
A small grin lifted inky lips at her response, head dipping to her as he chuckled. "You've nothing to fear, I'm sure we'd be an even match. You out of practice, and me, a blind man needing to practice to make up for that." He cleared his throat, head turning to each companion as he motioned for them to clear the field. "I intend to fight her one on one, a fair fight." Both companions nodded, moving away from him to sit out of the way so they could watch.
Taking a deep breath, Dragon turned his attention back to the Abaven woman. He listened carefully to the world around him, mostly seeking to pick up her position. When she spoke again, asking if he'd like to take the first move, he listened carefully so he could try and pinpoint her location. He nodded to her question, the male beginning to set up his defenses while focusing on the task at hand. Hackles rose along his spine, legs spreading equidistant apart. Tail flagged out behind him for balance, head lowering to align with both tail and spine in a straight line. Ears pinned against his skull, and while he didn't really need to narrow his eyes, habit made him do it anyway. Lifting his lips to reveal semi-yellow fangs, he gave her a moment to prepare. Claws scraped into the earth for traction while toes spread, flexing over the earth.
Taking another deep breath, he felt his heart pound hard against his chest. Though he'd always been a confident creature, he felt incredibly nervous. He felt like it was coming off of him in waves. This was, after all, the first spar he'd done since he lost against Ashiel. He was going in to his second fight blind, and though he had tried to train and practice with his companions and his mother, he felt like it was completely different going up against those whose fighting styles or experience he didn't know. And even though this woman said she was out of practice, he felt nervous regardless.
Clearing his head from these thoughts as best he could, he finally decided to kick off from his position and sought to close the distance between them. He was going to attempt a full on collision, seeking to slam the entirety of his chest into her own in the hopes of knocking the wind from her, send her backwards, or at the very least, bruising. Assuming she didn't move, of course. But until he got up close and personal, he had no way of knowing. He needed to get in close, and stay there if he had any chance at all of winning. Or at the very least, landing his blows. Jaws opened up, the male lowering his head and tilting it to his left, seeking to land a bite on the upper right portion of her chest where it connected to her shoulder and neck. He sought a puncturing grip, a hold. Anything that might give him some sort of satisfaction that he had hit a mark. But if he missed...then, he would just have to try harder. Simultaneously, he shot his right forepaw forward, seeking to hook her left forepaw and drag it forward and unbalance her, though the chances of that were probably slim. He would probably be lucky if he had managed to hook his target, or her other leg or...anything at all, really.
As much as he wanted to try and go all out thanks to the memories of the pack challenge, he would respect her wish of something not so intense. That was a reason why he had made his companions sit on the sidelines, he wanted to do a fair fight with her. An old woman, and a blind man.
Round: 1/? |
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.