Against Your Walls Against Your Rules Against Your Skin

"I'll give you the first move, challenger." She said

And with that it had begun.

He charged to close the distance between them, his body streamlined as he built up momentum with each stride, rolling his shoulders forward as he braced for impact. His flexed paws kicked up clods of earth with each crash to the earth, purchasing solidly, gripping, and propelling him forward, using each limb in coordination to bring him closer to the female. At two feet, with the gap between them nearly closed he propelled himself forward lifting all four of his paws off the ground, aiming to hit her with the full brunt of his momentum. His neck pulled back like a serpent’s the thick fur on his neck standing on end like the faux mane of a lion with his jaws parted as wide as he could manage until they nearly touched his chest, not only for their offence but also to guard the tender flesh of his throat. He extended his forepaws and spread his paws wide intending to sink them into fur and flesh and maintain his balance. He locked the joints in his shoulders bracing for the hit he intended to strike, his fangs aiming to glance over her skull. As he left the ground his back paws surged forward, his right slightly lower than his left to make a clean landing once they touched the ground again, his back toes spread and ready to grip the earth, which would add force to the entirety of the motion that he intended to bowl the female over with after his fangs and claws took what they could from her.