Show me what you got
05-28-2018, 02:15 PM
He'd intoduce himself as Mercury, though she'd decide whether or not his name was worth remembering once he proved his skill or lack thereof in this fight. Best to keep one's expectations low she thought with a faint smirk. Early in the pre-fight dialogue she'd become aware he at least wasn't daft; she saw his ears tracking her and knew this would at least be some fun. Good.
The man is lighter than herself, made of less heavy muscle and agile, honestly too damn fast for her liking. He'd dodge to his left(her right) but wasn't able to fully get out of the way, so her steam-rolling headbutt would connect with a truly thrilling amount of power behind it, throwing his hips away from her with the force of it. Oh, now that felt good, better than good! She'd temporarily throw her weight back onto her hind legs, digging her claws into the dirt and letting her tail flag out for balance as she slowed herself to prevent flying too far from her opponent. Her bite and other attacks seem to have missed their marks with the sudden change of position, though perhaps she should have seen that coming.
Realigning her legs evenly beneath her form, spreading her weight evenly over each limb with knees still bent she's ready for his retaliations. She feels the sting of teeth behind the right hinge of her jaw, and pulls her face sharply to the left for a moment so she comes away with moderate lacerations and feels a small trickle of blood beneath her fur. That'll leave a mark. Better get to leaving one of her own, she wouldn't be satisfied with merely a few bruises!
Ears remain flattened, eyes narrow, chin tucked to protect her throat and hackles raise along her spine. The man moved to stand perpendicular, shifting his hips away, but Alis had other plans. Seeking to follow his movement, she'll jump forward at an angle, seeking to keep herself parallel with Mercury, with her head near seeking to stay next to the point where his back and hips meet. With renewed speed she twists her head to her right, aiming to land a bit on the soft flesh of his flank where the front of his right hind leg meets his body in hopes of leaving moderate lacerations and drawing some of that blood she so desperately wanted to taste on her teeth.
Simultaneously she'd seek to step forward a pace before shifting her weight to her other legs , lifting her front right leg, aiming to drive the bony point of her right shoulder into the front of right shoulder into the front of his already battered right hind leg. The already raised paw would then follow the same pattern, seeking to slam down onto the man's right hind paw with enough force to bruise, but not cripple.
When her paw landed wherever it did, she would redistribute her weight properly over her four limbs before seeking to throw the weight of her hips sideways into the side of the man's right shoulder, in an attempt to at least leave light bruising. In it to win it as always, Alis is more than happy to throw every attack her body can manage his way.
Pyralis vs Mercury for practice!
Round 2/3
Height: 41"
Build: heavy
The man is lighter than herself, made of less heavy muscle and agile, honestly too damn fast for her liking. He'd dodge to his left(her right) but wasn't able to fully get out of the way, so her steam-rolling headbutt would connect with a truly thrilling amount of power behind it, throwing his hips away from her with the force of it. Oh, now that felt good, better than good! She'd temporarily throw her weight back onto her hind legs, digging her claws into the dirt and letting her tail flag out for balance as she slowed herself to prevent flying too far from her opponent. Her bite and other attacks seem to have missed their marks with the sudden change of position, though perhaps she should have seen that coming.
Realigning her legs evenly beneath her form, spreading her weight evenly over each limb with knees still bent she's ready for his retaliations. She feels the sting of teeth behind the right hinge of her jaw, and pulls her face sharply to the left for a moment so she comes away with moderate lacerations and feels a small trickle of blood beneath her fur. That'll leave a mark. Better get to leaving one of her own, she wouldn't be satisfied with merely a few bruises!
Ears remain flattened, eyes narrow, chin tucked to protect her throat and hackles raise along her spine. The man moved to stand perpendicular, shifting his hips away, but Alis had other plans. Seeking to follow his movement, she'll jump forward at an angle, seeking to keep herself parallel with Mercury, with her head near seeking to stay next to the point where his back and hips meet. With renewed speed she twists her head to her right, aiming to land a bit on the soft flesh of his flank where the front of his right hind leg meets his body in hopes of leaving moderate lacerations and drawing some of that blood she so desperately wanted to taste on her teeth.
Simultaneously she'd seek to step forward a pace before shifting her weight to her other legs , lifting her front right leg, aiming to drive the bony point of her right shoulder into the front of right shoulder into the front of his already battered right hind leg. The already raised paw would then follow the same pattern, seeking to slam down onto the man's right hind paw with enough force to bruise, but not cripple.
When her paw landed wherever it did, she would redistribute her weight properly over her four limbs before seeking to throw the weight of her hips sideways into the side of the man's right shoulder, in an attempt to at least leave light bruising. In it to win it as always, Alis is more than happy to throw every attack her body can manage his way.
Pyralis vs Mercury for practice!
Round 2/3
Height: 41"
Build: heavy
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