bend but don't break

N/A · 07-28-2013, 01:46 PM

With his bodice now set in defensive posture,Maverick found his lanky frame - which had filled out considerably in his second year of life - to be perfectly streamlined. His head, spine, and tail were safely on the same plane so that any minuscule movement would affect his entire bodice at once. He could hear the drumming of her paws through tightly folded ears, and could gauge her movements via his thinly slitted eyes. He kept his chin tucked low toward his chest in order to bring his crown to the forefront of his stature. Jaws hung at a comfortable two inches apart, ready and willing to spread upon a moment's notice. Shoulders remained rolled forward as he braced himself, surprised that she would go for such a forward charge such as the one she was preparing. He obviously outweighed her and outsized her, and there was little chance of her knocking him off balance.. so what exactly was she playing at? His mind whirred, thinking of the possibilities, and leading him to one general idea. She would feign away at the last second, either to his left or right, and possibly try to launch an attack on whatever side she chose. It seemed the only logical conclusion - though anything was possible.

Watching her mannerisms closely through narrowed optics, Maverick deduced that she would do just as he'd predicted. It was a move he was familiar with - from tussling with Valkis and Kamala. It seemed she had finally chosen a side, and as he braced himself in case of impact, he found himself leaning along with her as she sidestepped to his left. His bodice leaned left as hers leaned into him while launching her assault on his leg. Making use of his weight advantage, Maverick would attempt to throw his shoulder into the top of her head - which would be accessible due to her having to lower her head to bite at his leg. At the same time his neck would curl toward the left, intending to plant a quick and moderately painful bite to the area just between her shoulder blades. During this flurry of motion, his tail would flutter to the right in order to keep his balance secure. He winced as her jaws snared into his left front foreleg, leaving four half-inch puncture wounds where her canines met his flesh. A growl slipped from his trachea, echoing into the air as his fangs continued toward their mark between her shoulders and his weight moved in her direction.

Round 1 of 3
Attacks - throwing his shoulder into the top of her head, while simultaneously reaching to bite the area between her shoulder blades

Defenses - eyes narrowed, tail flagged, paws set upon the earth, balance sure, ears pinned, fangs splayed open, etc.
Injuries - Four half-inch puncture wounds on his left foreleg.

Speech,

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