Desperation[MATURE]

*Gerhardt* · 07-15-2013, 01:05 PM

He grumbled, irritated with the very idea that she thought she could strut onto the battlefield and lay claim to the very place he'd built. Granted, she had been at his side, but it had been he who'd done all the work in making Seracia what it was. Others appeared, he could hear them rustling around him - but he paid no mind to who they were. His focus and attention was on his ex-wife who seemed to have every intention of laying ruin to whatever was left of his life. Why didn't she understand that he was telling the truth? Why couldn't she just believe him? She chided that he deserved to be alone and he fought back a grin. He was alone, didn't she see that!

She chirped her own malicious words in his direction, reaffirming his idea that this was only out of spite and revenge, nothing more. She didn't want Seracia, she wanted to see it burn. She wanted him to watch it burn. He watched as she casually closed the distance between them, it was obvious that she wanted a fight, and was keen on getting it started promptly. Fair enough, it wouldn't be the first time he'd fought her - but it would be the first time they had taken it seriously. "The lies are in your head. You should know I speak the truth." But she didn't know, and she wouldn't - given her mental state.

"Freedom cannot be taken forcibly, but do as you must." If it was him she wanted, then it would be him she got - only not the Gerhardt she desired. He braced himself, bringing his head and neck into line with his spine. His ears tucked flat against his skull while his lips curled upward to reveal slightly yellowed fangs. Paws spread out as he lowered his center of gravity by bending his legs ever so slightly. Tail flagged out behind him, both in display of dominance and in effort to ensure balance. A shadow loomed over his head, having only just arrived. The bald eagle screeched and circled the pair, almost eager to see Gerhardt whoop the arrogant she-devil. Gerhardt slipped forward, eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. He angled his head to the right at 45 degrees, splayed jaws seeking purchase on the right (her left) side of her chest, just in front of her shoulder. (around the 'fore chest' area) In the same instant, his left front paw would come forward in attempt to swipe at her right front and set her off-balance. She would pay for trying to take his freedom.

OOC, three rounds is perfect.

Round 1/3

Attacks - Jaws seeking her chest, left front paw swiping at her right front.

Defenses - head and neck in line with his spine, ears tucked, lips curled, paws spread, legs bent slightly, tail flagged, eyes narrow, jaws splayed open.

Injuries - first round

Speech,

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