Show me what you got
05-29-2018, 09:10 AM
Surprised a bit, by how harshly his nails have collided with her face. Not quite his intention, but oh well. He hadn't expected the flesh there to be so easily rended, but nothing he can do about it now. At least it is but a flesh wound (hah). What DOES happen as a result, however, is that he lacks the forward momentum he would have used to push himself forward, as the side of her face does not provide nearly enough surface area, nor push-back for him to use as a starting point. He does, however, have the advantage of having greater stamina, of only due to his lighter frame not requiring as much energy to move--though he burns that same energy quicker. Still, his wide chest and ribcage managed to greedily swallow up the air that he so needs to keep his heart pumping at a surprisingly base level, as he's not yet overexerted himself. In fact, she'd done him quite the honor by taking that initial first-rush towards him. This is accented, punctuated by the way he breathes in deep, steady breaths through his clenched teeth and wrinkled muzzle, the soundless snarl still settled firmly on his forever-grinning face. His eyes are half-lidded as well now, pulled into a squint by the sheer force of concentration it takes to try to keep her strong limb from overpowering him, his ears tucked back with chin tilted against his throat, causing the poise to look somewhat comical, had the stance itself not been so sturdy.
As his own head yanks upwards, he feels her body beneath compensate-- by shifting her weight onto her front end! He hadn't thought they'd be playing Wheelbarrow today, but that seems to be her plan. She tries to kick at him, though this is somewhat easily avoided by simply...staying where he is. Had he been poised directly behind her, rather than still parallel at her side, it may have actually hit its mark, as there would be no way for the blind wolf to track it. Not that he 'saw' it coming-- he didn't, of course-- but it was simply the side-effect of his initial move on pulling her limb in the manner in which he did. Her hand-stand seems to be something of an oddity to the enigmatic jester of a man, and with his foot having missed it's own initial target-- and therefore, not meeting her head to keep his leg up-- his foot finds itself back on the ground, and were their difference in height greater, this could have proved and advantage to her. Alas, instead, all it does is serve him another avenue.
Despite her head being in a prime position to cause even more damage, she snaps her teeth at his tucked belly-- tucked, as in he is lean and trim and his tail has been pressed between his legs for this exact purpose, and while her teeth connect with flesh, it is likely not the flesh she intended, for the thick fur of his tail has been pressed against his belly and her teeth meet the fur, flesh and bone of his tail, rather than his stomach and ribs. Not that there weren't enough scars there already, but he was more than willing to loose a bit of tail to protect the more vital parts of his body, else he wouldn't even make such a move. His body doesn't stay there for long, however, his feet pressing to the ground only briefly so that he can bounce onto his ankles, with the intent of pushing his lower body away from her, though he is prepared to release his hold on her foot in order to move his body further from her. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to. She'd likely have to twist around to face him now, if all goes according to plan.
The damage to his tail is more of a dull ache than a sharp sting, and it's likely it'll grow more vexing with time, but it is nothing that wouldn't heal eventually. He intends to twist her foot all the way up, pushing his weight forward into her--if she was going to do a handstand, she'd do a damn good one, since he intended to tip her own weight against her to force her to fall forward. Face down, butt up. He'd have to steel himself for such an action, so he could count his lucky stars that his limbs were planted so firmly on the ground.
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MERCURY vs PYRALIS -For PRACTICE
Move THREE of THREE
Height - 42 Inches
Weight - 107 lbs
Build - LIGHT
Size - EXTRA LARGE
As his own head yanks upwards, he feels her body beneath compensate-- by shifting her weight onto her front end! He hadn't thought they'd be playing Wheelbarrow today, but that seems to be her plan. She tries to kick at him, though this is somewhat easily avoided by simply...staying where he is. Had he been poised directly behind her, rather than still parallel at her side, it may have actually hit its mark, as there would be no way for the blind wolf to track it. Not that he 'saw' it coming-- he didn't, of course-- but it was simply the side-effect of his initial move on pulling her limb in the manner in which he did. Her hand-stand seems to be something of an oddity to the enigmatic jester of a man, and with his foot having missed it's own initial target-- and therefore, not meeting her head to keep his leg up-- his foot finds itself back on the ground, and were their difference in height greater, this could have proved and advantage to her. Alas, instead, all it does is serve him another avenue.
Despite her head being in a prime position to cause even more damage, she snaps her teeth at his tucked belly-- tucked, as in he is lean and trim and his tail has been pressed between his legs for this exact purpose, and while her teeth connect with flesh, it is likely not the flesh she intended, for the thick fur of his tail has been pressed against his belly and her teeth meet the fur, flesh and bone of his tail, rather than his stomach and ribs. Not that there weren't enough scars there already, but he was more than willing to loose a bit of tail to protect the more vital parts of his body, else he wouldn't even make such a move. His body doesn't stay there for long, however, his feet pressing to the ground only briefly so that he can bounce onto his ankles, with the intent of pushing his lower body away from her, though he is prepared to release his hold on her foot in order to move his body further from her. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to. She'd likely have to twist around to face him now, if all goes according to plan.
The damage to his tail is more of a dull ache than a sharp sting, and it's likely it'll grow more vexing with time, but it is nothing that wouldn't heal eventually. He intends to twist her foot all the way up, pushing his weight forward into her--if she was going to do a handstand, she'd do a damn good one, since he intended to tip her own weight against her to force her to fall forward. Face down, butt up. He'd have to steel himself for such an action, so he could count his lucky stars that his limbs were planted so firmly on the ground.
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(No posting table used for easier reading!)
MERCURY vs PYRALIS -For PRACTICE
Move THREE of THREE
Height - 42 Inches
Weight - 107 lbs
Build - LIGHT
Size - EXTRA LARGE
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