Excuse me while i light up the sky
05-29-2018, 04:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-29-2018, 04:55 PM by Demyan.)
The girl didn't say anything in return, just nodded, clearly readying herself. "Look at that, a girl who knows how to keep her mouth shut. Gets right to business. I like it," Demyan chortled aloud, staring down with condescending amusement. "If only all women were so obliging, am I right?" He gave himself the wolf equivalent of a mental high five. Damn right. It didn't even occur to him, as he stamped his feet out in the snow in a stance a little wider than hip and shoulder width for balance, that he was picking a fight with a girl half his size and half his age. Her head barely came up to the point of his shoulder. Size-wise, it wasn't anything close to a fair fight. Yet here our hero is, blithely readying himself to battle her, centering his weight and bending his legs to lower his center of gravity slightly - though he still clearly towered over her despite that. One might be tempted to ask yourself, why is that? Why is he going to fight a little girl? Because Demyan is 1000% a dick. No, he didn't care that he would barely need to hop to get over her. He was in a pissy mood from the snowstorm and what better way to work off a little steam than to bully someone smaller and weaker than yourself? He spread his paws wide and dug the dull black claws into the icy dirt beneath the snow for better grip, baring his teeth in a rather mean grin. Chin tucked in to protect his throat, tail raised - no, no. He thought better of that one, and tucked it beneath him to protect the family jewels. She was, after all, nearly small enough to walk underneath him. His hackles raised, their function less to protect himself and more to intimidate, making his toned body seem even bigger than he actually was. As she attacked, a deep, wild chuckle could be heard reverberating in his chest. At her first rush, he stepped to pivot his hindquarter ninety degrees to his right and simultaneously sidestepped to his right just enough that the front part of the side of his right shoulder was lined up to the point of her left shoulder, so that the paws failed to encircle his neck and instead harmlessly brushed along the front side of his chest while her right shoulder throw (OOC: confirmed by Asena that it was the right shoulder) missed entirely. Shifting his weight to his hind legs in a sharp motion, he lifted his left foreleg high and, shifting his weight back to that leg as he did to give it extra "oomph" he attempted to slam the wide-spread paw down on top of her head between the ears so that those same dull claws could flex and drive towards her eyes, simultaneously trying to gouge at the sensitive orbs and drive the head down where she could not bite his neck (COUNTER to the bite). As he threw his weight back forward for the smack to the head he also slammed the point of his right shoulder forward with his weight behind it, aiming for the junction between her left shoulder and that side of her neck, where he knew a pressure point - a bundle of nerves there that could cause paralysis of that leg if he struck it right (that's the brachial plexus for you med nerds) and could end the fight right then - though he really, really hoped it wouldn't. Reaching straight downward from his greater height, jaws gaping, he sought to grab hold of her scruff halfway down her neck, upper fangs on her right side and lower fangs on her left, trying to gain a hard grip on the neck like one would use to carry a pup that would allow him to curtail her head movements. DEMYAN vs ARWEN for SPAR Height 39" Build medium Round 1/2 OOC: edited to put in forgotten table coding, witnessed by Lunarcat7 |