Dancers and Highsteppers [Amos]

As Amos’ head ducked for her right foreleg, Aurielle checked her stride slightly, angling her right front leg outward toward her right. The movement meant she evaded Amos’ grip, however, she didn’t escape his getting a touch on her—she hid a wince as his upper teeth carved mild lacerations along the inner edge of her upper right foreleg.

However, she was successful in landing her own attacks, even if she missed her initial target and instead landed a slash on the back of his neck. She hid a smile of satisfaction in the wrinkled, silent snarl and narrowed eyes as she neatly tucked her chin back over her throat, ears still resolutely flattened back against her crown.

She was successful, both in driving her left shoulder into Amos’ chest, and in slamming her paw down on his—though not without collateral damage to herself. She felt the impact on her shoulder, missing her target at the base of his windpipe and instead driving slightly off-center into his chest, and knew that moderate bruises would be throbbing soon enough on the point of her left shoulder.

As her left forepaw pounded down on Amos’, she shifted her weight neatly onto all four paws once more, rocking her weight back slightly onto her haunches for a split second before she sought to bound forward a stride, veering slightly to her own right and hoping to slide along Amos’ left side, wishing to press their left sides together in a head to tail position, hackles still bristling along her spine from her shoulders to her tail, head and tail level with her spine.

Her forward movement thwarted the male’s attempt to scratch her left foreleg, the attack missing completely as she moved.

Her head tilted sharply to her own right as she sent her jaws scything once more to her left, slashing for her opponent. She aimed to rake her upper canines over the soft point just behind Amos’ furthest back rib on his left side, hoping to leave moderate lacerations behind.

Simultaneously, her weight shifted to her other four limbs – toes spreading to enhance her traction, coupled with the sinking of her claws into the dirt – as she once again sought to throw her left shoulder forward, left forepaw rising from the ground as she did so. She aimed to drive the outer edge of the bony point of her left shoulder into Amos’ rib cage, at mid-point of his ribs half a foot behind his left elbow.

Her left foreleg flowed forward as she sought to slam her left forepaw forcefully into the front of Amos’ left hind leg’s hock, aiming to force his left hind leg to bend unexpectedly and stagger him.

Her head dropped as she sought, lastly, to duck her chin toward her chest, angle her head to her left, and slam the crown of her skull into Amos’ left hip in a heavy headbutt, aiming for the point just above the top of his left tibia with the hopes of leaving moderate bruises behind and to drive his left hind leg back, intending to shake his balance.

Meanwhile, behind her, her tail flicked to tuck between her hind legs, protecting it from any possible grip or bite he might try to inflict upon it.

She was aware of the audience – she’d caught a brief glimpse of her father’s vibrant crimson form out of the corner of her eye. But she ignored them. Her mind was on the spar.

Extra Notes: Sorry this took so long! I think you're doing fine :D

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