Ashmedai vs Dragon
Weaponsmaster
03-03-2019, 03:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-03-2019, 04:39 PM by Ashmedai.
Edit Reason: Fixing maim request
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Ashmedai was all hyped up from watching the previous fights. His grin grew as the coydog motioned to him and- oh!- Dragon. Oooh this would be fun. Ashmedai bounced into the ring, kicking up some of the fresh grit, getting his paws coated and all. He made a show of it, jostling his new spiky armor around. He had left his colorful shirt off for now. There was no need to get it all bloodied up. He turned to face Dragon and the coydog motioned for him to start. Goodie!
"How 'bout we avoid taking chunks out of each other's faces, hm? We're both far too pretty for that and I'm just here to have some fun so... how about your chest?" Ashmedai motioned an X on Dragon's chest, not taking into account that maybe Dragon couldn't see him.
Once he was sure Dragon didn't have anything more to add, Ash would throw on his defenses like an old coat. Tail and head leveled with his spine which stood tall with raised hackles. Nails bit into the fresh grit as his toes splayed to hold his balanced weight of lofty, bent legs. Ears back, eyes narrowed, shoulders rolled, lips lifted, chin tucked. Check check and check. It didn't take even a second of thought for it all to come together, although his snarling face was twisted into a chaotic, exuberant smile.
"Leggo!"
Ashmedai launched himself at Dragon, aiming to slam his left shoulder into Dragon's chest while his jaws snaked down to bite, grip, and tear Dragon's left shoulder. Simultaneously, Ashmedai would lift his left fore paw, re-balance his weight, and seek to slam and pin Dragon's left fore paw with his own.
If he could immobilize Dragon's leg, maybe he could get a good tear on Dragon's shoulder, but he'd have to see about that a bit later. He wasn't scared of getting torn up. Either way, he would leave a victor, or he'd leave with a cool scar. He never had to tell the truth about his scars anyway, so there was no losing situation.
Ashmedai vs Dragon for Small Maim (X marks the chest)
Round: 1/?
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Definitely not BDSM spiky arm and shoulder pads.
Fight Skill Level: Advanced
"How 'bout we avoid taking chunks out of each other's faces, hm? We're both far too pretty for that and I'm just here to have some fun so... how about your chest?" Ashmedai motioned an X on Dragon's chest, not taking into account that maybe Dragon couldn't see him.
Once he was sure Dragon didn't have anything more to add, Ash would throw on his defenses like an old coat. Tail and head leveled with his spine which stood tall with raised hackles. Nails bit into the fresh grit as his toes splayed to hold his balanced weight of lofty, bent legs. Ears back, eyes narrowed, shoulders rolled, lips lifted, chin tucked. Check check and check. It didn't take even a second of thought for it all to come together, although his snarling face was twisted into a chaotic, exuberant smile.
"Leggo!"
Ashmedai launched himself at Dragon, aiming to slam his left shoulder into Dragon's chest while his jaws snaked down to bite, grip, and tear Dragon's left shoulder. Simultaneously, Ashmedai would lift his left fore paw, re-balance his weight, and seek to slam and pin Dragon's left fore paw with his own.
If he could immobilize Dragon's leg, maybe he could get a good tear on Dragon's shoulder, but he'd have to see about that a bit later. He wasn't scared of getting torn up. Either way, he would leave a victor, or he'd leave with a cool scar. He never had to tell the truth about his scars anyway, so there was no losing situation.
Ashmedai vs Dragon for Small Maim (X marks the chest)
Round: 1/?
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: Definitely not BDSM spiky arm and shoulder pads.
Fight Skill Level: Advanced
Ash wears a tourist shirt and a spiked leather harness from time to time. Sometimes together, sometimes not. Just so you know what you're getting yourself into.
