bend but don't break

Walk | Talk | Think

The Valhallan hunter responded to Maverick's only stipulation with a subtle smirk and understanding nod, having hoped something of this manner would be discussed and taken care of beforehand. Honestly, the last thing she needed was to be out of commission once more while she healed, and all because she had thrown herself into a battle that she was ill prepared to win. Maverick far too easily outsized her, outweighed her, and more than likely would walk away the victor in their mock battle. But that was fine with her; as long as she came away with experience, had a better understanding of how to defend and protect herself from harm and attack, then it would have been time well spent.

It was only as the Seracian Prince allowed her the ground, setting himself up in a proper stance suited for what they were about to do, that she realized how poorly prepared she truly was. This sort of stance was very different than what she took during a hunt. And how exactly did she make a first strike on an opponent who would see her coming? Perhaps her confusion and indecision was visible about her face as she readied herself in kind, squaring her stance, lowering her head and ears, letting her tail make a few slow, sweeping motions behind as she debated how she ought to move. He seemed so much more comfortable at this than her, so practiced and knowledgeable. Maybe it would have been better had she sought someone within her own pack to assist her first before throwing her menial skills on someone looking for an actual challenge.

But it was far too late for that as they squared off against one another. She needed to make the first move, and soon, or else Maverick was likely to call her bluff and leave. And so without quite understanding what she was doing, or if it might work, she did what came natural to her as a hunter: she charged. It was with no real aim at first, just a burst of speed and energy directed toward him as she made last second thoughts within her mind. There was no brawn behind her that she could use to overpower him or even to topple him over, and with the relatively short distance between them she had very little ground to truly work up her momentum. But that was okay. Her aim, for right now was a leg, the foreleg on his left side as he faced her. Her barreling charge came directly at him, but using her deft paws she added a small side step in as she came up before him, intending to slide past unless interceded. If allowed to continue, her lowered head would reach out, jaws opening and moving swiftly to attempt a snap at his foreleg, one that would be quick and over with no sooner than she made contact if she should do so.

Round 1/3:

Attacks: A charge toward Maverick, feigning toward his left side (your left) and a snap at his foreleg.

Defenses: None aside from keeping her head and ears tucked.

Injuries: n/a

OOC: Omg, Ash and I are so clueless with fighting/sparing. xD Definitely need this practice.