so sharpen your teeth
Pain bloomed in the point of his shoulder as it connected with the meat of her chest, just below the windpipe, close to dead centre. She took the hit straight on, and he realized too late that perhaps it might have been better to keep his distance. The right side of his muzzle stung where their teeth had grazed and clashed, a few scratches weeping blood onto his tongue. Hot breath stirred the fur of his neck. He cursed under his breath, though it came out as more of a growl than anything else. He maintained his pinned ears, scrunched up his muzzle into a snarl, held his eyes narrowed. Tail firmly tucked under his belly, and chin tight to his chest, his addled mind raced to find a new solution. Narrow shoulders would roll forward to further protect his neck, scrunching fur and fat over the vital parts to avoid imminent danger. The fight was ruining his commune with the spirits, while adrenaline fought with the psychoactives in his system. As he struggled to regain his footing, he found himself with nowhere to go. Snarling, he used his right front paw, the one with nowhere else to go, lifting the delicate appendage high once more in an attempt to stomp brutally onto her own right forepaw. He sought to avoid the bracelets with jutting bones, and thus he wouldn't be able to truly crush the delicate bones in her paw, but he could seek to cause enough pain to throw her off her rhythm. In doing this, he left himself wide open for her slim jaws to clamp down on the side of his neck. Luckily, she couldn't pierce his major arteries or veins. Regardless, the witch's fangs sunk deep into the middle of the right side of his neck. Piercing meat and muscle and instantly drawing a torrent of blood. A shriek of rage erupted from parted jaws, which then sought to reach out and sink into the meat of her right shoulder- in the front, just above the elbow, where he could more or less easily reach. He wouldn't escape her grasp without serious damage, so perhaps he could get just as strong of a grip on her. They would be at a stalemate, with neither party looking to rend each other apart in order to escape. Cordelia vs Anubis for DOMINANCE Round: I II Size: 31 inches Build: Light Offensive Accessory: N/A Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Fight Skill Level: N/A Specialty: N/A speech |
