Dancers and Highsteppers [Amos]

He saw her trying to alter their positioning, and knowing the sting of those wicked canines of hers, Amos wasn't keen on letting her orient the fight. His hips swung to his right, though not quickly enough to entirely escape those persistent teeth. He felt them grazing along his flank despite his efforts, leaving moderate lacerations as a small trickle of blood rolled down the soft flesh and reaffirmed his desire to avoid those teeth of hers at any cost.

As he escaped the majority of those fierce fangs his opponent wielded, Amos sought to position himself perpendicular to the smaller girl, so his chest faced her left shoulder. The movement caused the shoulder slam to miss almost entirely though he felt it bump his quickly retreating ribs without much force and without leaving much of anything in the way of bruising. Naturally his paw also escaped unscathed for which he was thankful but only briefly so. Her head-butt missed in similar fashion, not coming quickly enough to catch his quickly evading form.

Shifting his weight to his hind legs, Amos would rear up and angle himself slightly more to his own left before aiming to bring his front end down on her back just where it met her shoulders, hopefully hard enough to leave light bruising. Simultaneously, his left front paw would sneak over to his left and aim to wrap around the left side of her neck, while his right arm sought to wrap around the right side of her neck both limbs seeking to grip onto his opponent. His tail flagged out for added balance, hocks remaining loose so his legs could better adjust and move with Aurielle so he hopefully wouldn't fall.

Lips stayed peeled back as his jaws part again, head angling slightly to the right as he aimed to bite the right side of her face, upper jaws seeking to sink his fangs into the spot where her jawline met her throat, while the lower jaw aimed just below her right ear. The bite was intended to leave moderate lacerations.

His eyes remained narrowed as he attacked, ears flat and hackles raised along his spine. The toes of his hind legs flexed into the soil for more traction. Fighting was enjoyable, that much he could say even in the midst of the spar. Or maybe because he was in the middle of a spar. Either way, he was slowly understanding that he had some of the same traits that were so strong in his mother.

This was no time for idle thoughts though, and especially not thoughts of Mara who he'd yet to see again. He cleared his mind, even as he noted the small gathering assembled to observe their spar. No pressure, right?


Amos vs Aurielle for Practice Spar
Round 2/3
Height:36 inches
Build: Heavy