Take the Shot
07-20-2013, 10:39 AM
Azalea felt weightless as her body took flight, lifting into the air. It was her legs that felt heavy. They were the weakest link here. If Gael wanted to, he could stand on his hing legs and pluck her from the sky like she were no more than a fly. She wasn't so worried anymore, though. Her nerves replaced by adrenaline, focusing all her attention on the task at hand. It was an impressive thing for Azalea, considering how she was usually so easily distracted. The change was night and day. Where usually she seemed so happy-go-lucky she was now in a no-nonsense state of mind. Her brother's ease of movement didn't surprise her. He had large paws and good strong muscle from months of traveling. Sure, he wasn't nearly as agile as she was but he could still move with considerable ease. Their builds were two different things. Azalea had shorter legs than he did and in general was smaller. She was built to fight on the ground with the tools of stealth and cunning on her side. If she were to take directs at Gael, she would quickly be put to shame as he was far superior in head to head combat. She had gauged her attack correctly, her larger sibling ending up below her just as she had hoped. His head even went up, but not in a way she had expected. Her lift was not great, she was no expert jumper and it wasn't like she went out practicing her vertical leaps. So when Gael lifting his head, he nearly hit his mark. He ended up hitting her behind the ribs, right where her leg and torso met. It would have done little damage if she hadn't already been in motion to kick him in the face. She felt her claws drag, her eyes pinched closed against the pain of his head ramming into her tensed muscles. It wasn't your usual attack and it was already a rather sensitive portion of the body. She wasn't ready for it and her leg snapped back up instantly, ending whatever assault was taking place on her brother's two-toned face. Azalea yelped, her eyes opening long enough to see the ground before impact. Her landing was rough, her shoulder hitting hard, but she managed to tuck her head at the last instant so that her body rolled. It was a narrow dodge, had she not managed to roll herself, she would have surely jerked she shoulder out of place. Her roll phased her out to her being right side up. She shoved to her feet, rocking off balance as she realized that maybe her shoulder wasn't okay. A bout of pain shot down her left shoulder all the way down to her paw. The Heir clenched her teeth. Amber eyes calculated the situation, mentally cursing the time of year. The grass was not yet tall enough for her to squat down and disappear. In this open space there were hardly any tricks she could use to get close. She zipped right, letting her right leg take the lead. There was a limp in her movement, it slowed her down. Gael was already too close but not close enough. Cutting back on the angle, she drew herself nearer to him, very aware that he could spring at her at any instant. Throwing all she could into it, the yearling gal let herself dip back left, toward Gael's side. If Gael moved now, it was very likely she would not be able to stop. Her shoulder was still aching too bad for her to imagine putting the weight on it for her to stop herself. Her head had lowered, chin tucking in and head angled to the left. Blocking her neck and at the same time offering more support to her shoulder. Her body tensed and ears folded back, anticipating impact into Gael's own left shoulder. Jaws parted, aiming to grab his leg and rough it up some. She owned him a little pain for what she was feeling right now. For as brief as the fight was going to be, she could feel her body tiring. The pain in her shoulder drawing far too much from her. If she had been used to pain, perhaps she would be able to last longer here but unfortunately that was not the case and internally her body was rushing to fix the damage that was done. At the very least her shoulder was bruised, she could feel the heat in it as her heart pumped much needed oxygenated blood to that portion of her body rather than to where she needed it. Azalea knew this would be the last strike she got, hopefully Gael would fight back head on rather than dodge her blow and send her crashing to the ground. ------------- Rounds: 2/2 Defense: head down, ears back with her chin lightly. Head angled toward her shoulder to avoid her neck being targeted. Attack: Throwing all her weight into Gael, teeth poised to grab his leg at the elbow. Damage: pain in shoulder, likely it has been sprained. Speech, |
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