Four In A Row Diagonally [Spar or Recruiting]

Ashiel's ears perked up at Acere's reply and his interest in actually hearing about the emperor's religion. Such responses seemed a rare treat now that the Abraxas' reputation had spread, even if it was only the darker side. That was to be expected. Fear spread faster than any disease. Ashiel grinned. "I'd be happy to, as for myself I believe I am skilled but I am young. If I have learned anything it is that I still have much to learn." Acere moved into a squared stance and Ashiel followed suit. He swiftly set his defenses as the older man agreed to make the first move.

Ashiel's head and tail gracefully shifted to align with his spine.  His chin tucked as his neck scrunched back, shoulders rolling forward in anticipation as his hackles stood on end.  Ashiel shifted his limbs equidistant apart, just slightly wider than shoulder and hip width respectively, his weight shifting evenly across his limbs.  Ashiel's limbs coiled to lower his center of gravity and his toes splayed, claws digging into the moist soil for extra grip.  His jaws parted in preparation, brows wrinkling to wrinkle the flesh of his face as his ears pinned tightly to his head, eyes narrowing.

Acere sprang forward and Ashiel tensed, his body already coiled like a spring, before he pushed off with all four paws, leaping forward to his right in an effort to get out of the way of the larger male. For the most part he was successful. Ashiel's leap managed to keep him out of the way of Acere's shoulder and the older man's left forepaw would miss with room to spare. However, the man's neck had a farther reach than Ashiel counted on and his top fangs would tear short, moderate lacerations across Ashiel's upper left side, a few inches in front of his hip. The pain was sharp and sudden but not enough to deter him.

Planting his hind legs Ashiel twisted his upper body slightly to his left as he pushed forward seeking to close the distance and to angle himself in towards Acere's left hind leg at a 30 degree angle. He attempted to throw the point of his left shoulder forward into Acere's flank behind his leftside rib cage with all the force he could manage, seeking to severely bruise the unguarded flesh and jar the man's organs. Simultaneously, Ashiel attempted to throw the center of his chest forward, seeking to crash his weight into the older man's knee with the goal of spraining the joint. In unison with his other attacks Ashiel's jaws attempted to lance forward for Acere's left side for the crevice where his left hip met his side. He sought for his upper fangs to dig into the mans flesh a few inches below the spine with his lower fangs a half foot below his upper ones. His goal was to snap his jaws together in a brutal hold that would shred through the muscle and tendons there, leaving severe lacerations and hopefully slowing his opponent down.



Ashiel vs Acere for Spar
Rd. 1/2
Height: 42"
Build: Heavy