Against Your Walls Against Your Rules Against Your Skin

The strange and awkward attack managed to work out.. somewhat. She failed to seize his pretty face between her jaws, and instead snapped her teeth shut around thick northern fur. He tasted like stone and grit. Regardless, the boy king was tumbling to the ground. As air tore its way back into her lungs, she felt the fresh bloom of pain in her chest from their impact. Yep. That was going to be sore for a while. She wouldn't follow him into the dirt, instead hoping to disentangle her limbs from his. As he tumbled sideways, she pulled back. No point wrestling in the dirt like children.

As her forepaws collided with the earth once more, she made sure her defenses hadn't slipped. Eyes narrowed to slits, with ears tucked firmly against her skull. With four paws on the ground again, she bent her joints to centre herself, and adjusted her stance to square it up. Lowering her chin against her chest, she watched him hit the ground, rolling his right shoulder to hit with it first. Flexing her toes, she gripped at the earth in preparation. Her hackles bristled, adrenaline rushing through her veins with the thrill of the fight. Tail tucked against her belly, she maintained her snarl.

He hadn't fallen far, perhaps only a few inches of space between their bodies. Prone on the ground, he was ripe for the killing. Would it be so terrible if she were to turn this spar into something so violent? Would anyone come looking for the spoiled little boy? The boy king lashed out unexpectedly, flailing hind limbs warding off any advance on her part. A stray paw gouged its claws into her muzzle, on the right side, a few inches long apiece. He rolled to his feet, teeth snapping at her defensively.

Reeling back, the wraith escaped his pitiful assault with a few minor slashes into her flesh, beading blood into her dark fur. A growl shook her ribs. Tongue slipped from her maw to wet her fangs. He had put roughly two feet between them, leaving them much about where they had been only moments before. Waiting each other out. Looking for an opening. His golden eyes were filled with fire, which she was dying to stomp out.

He had arranged himself with his left flank facing her, which served as a massive slate target. Lunging forward, the female charged towards him. Her goal was to close the distance before he could get too far. Should she manage this, when she jutted out her right shoulder and slammed it into him, it would collide with the soft spot on his ribs- right behind his left elbow. That would knock the wind out of him. Teeth would seek to latch onto the meaty part of his left forelimb, right below the elbow, and hold on tight.

Sathanus vs. Tyranis

for: Tyranis' Dommiel Rank Promotion

round: I | II | III

height: 33" build: medium

ooc. I am a huge piece of shit for abandoning this important fight, let me know if you'd like to leave it at two rounds so you don't have to put up with me anymore D: My schedule is getting more regular so I should be able to reply within a week!

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