Fight words with fire

It was abnormal for her to have to control herself during a spar or any other fight. To chain herself to mild wounds rather than the bloodletting she so enjoyed. Perhaps, maybe, she would allow herself to fall back into more...demonic habits. After all, prey was scarce, and she had been raised on the taste of wolf. What harm would it do to thin the population? One day soon, she would be free of this place, and she could make her own rules. For now, she had to play by theirs.

Just as she moved in to bite him, Sirius made to slam his skull into her open jaws. Undeterred, Dea adjusted her aim to the sensitive cup of the taller male's right ear due to the new positioning, seeking to wrap her jaws around the appendage. The blow would jar her teeth thanks to the thick skull of the war dog, but the new position of his head was too much to resist. Still, the male shifted his weight and Dea moved accordingly. Hopefully, still gripping the male's ear, Dea would seek to use the large wolf's weight against him as he tipped his shoulder down in an attempt to slam into her.

The Asmodian would pull him to the ground, if allowed that hold on his ear. There her real work would begin, and she hoped he thought she had forgotten his knife. If he were on the ground, she would be behind him, by his back to keep her footing. This was her plan, anyway.

Dea Andromeda Asmodeus vs Sirius for Spar
Round two of three
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Accessory: none
Defensive Accessory: none
Companion 1: none
Companion 2: none
Mutation: none
Disability: none
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: None
OOC note: Lemme know if there is a problem with anything!
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