Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands
06-12-2018, 09:26 PM
There were many things one could call Amos, but he prided himself on the idea that fool was not among them. He wasn't daft, he knew when someone was taking things too seriously. The violent thrashing of his opponent wasn't a hit she hoped to land, it was meant to do real damage. Figuring that reasoning with her while she was in full alligator mode, his only option was to try and stop the woman by somehow knocking her prone.
His vision was a bit blurred, but he made sure to keep his legs spread evenly, toes spread with claws biting into the dirt for traction. Tail and head even with his spine, shoulders rolled forward in an effort to ensure she couldn't get ahold of anything more important than his scruff. His tri-colored eyes narrowed, a throaty growl rumbling in hic chest as the woman bit down, puncturing the skin she'd gotten hold of. He didn't fight her when she sought to hook her paws over her back, in fact he allowed it. As she sought to increase her thrashing, however, he'd seek to interrupt the assault.
Attempting to throw his frame forward at an angle to his left, Amos sought to drive the point of his left shoulder into the center of her stomach just behind her ribcage where the flesh was vulnerable. He hoped to drive her back, knock her off balance and maybe knock the wind out of her. Simultaneously he aimed to ram his skull into her left side just at the back of her ribs, pushing off harder with his right front and hind legs in the hopes that he could shove her away to the ground. He could feel her fangs ripping through his scruff some but at this point he just wanted to knock the woman down and be done with it!
Ears pinned back, the man could feel adrenaline flooding his system as he sought to get the opponent on the ground. His jaws would part at the same time, seeking to bite the back end of the left side of her rib cage for good measure as he attempted to throw his weight into her. He didn't much care if she shredded the back of his neck as long as he got the demon off of him. If he could get her on the ground maybe she'd learn not to get too overzealous in a practice spar.
Amos vs. Dea for Spar
Round 3/3
Height: 36 inches
Build: Heavy
His vision was a bit blurred, but he made sure to keep his legs spread evenly, toes spread with claws biting into the dirt for traction. Tail and head even with his spine, shoulders rolled forward in an effort to ensure she couldn't get ahold of anything more important than his scruff. His tri-colored eyes narrowed, a throaty growl rumbling in hic chest as the woman bit down, puncturing the skin she'd gotten hold of. He didn't fight her when she sought to hook her paws over her back, in fact he allowed it. As she sought to increase her thrashing, however, he'd seek to interrupt the assault.
Attempting to throw his frame forward at an angle to his left, Amos sought to drive the point of his left shoulder into the center of her stomach just behind her ribcage where the flesh was vulnerable. He hoped to drive her back, knock her off balance and maybe knock the wind out of her. Simultaneously he aimed to ram his skull into her left side just at the back of her ribs, pushing off harder with his right front and hind legs in the hopes that he could shove her away to the ground. He could feel her fangs ripping through his scruff some but at this point he just wanted to knock the woman down and be done with it!
Ears pinned back, the man could feel adrenaline flooding his system as he sought to get the opponent on the ground. His jaws would part at the same time, seeking to bite the back end of the left side of her rib cage for good measure as he attempted to throw his weight into her. He didn't much care if she shredded the back of his neck as long as he got the demon off of him. If he could get her on the ground maybe she'd learn not to get too overzealous in a practice spar.
Amos vs. Dea for Spar
Round 3/3
Height: 36 inches
Build: Heavy