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hannibelle spar - warrior training
'A proper show' was all Hannibal heard before the female was darting in his direction. His defenses were locked in loaded with ears flattened to his skull, eyes narrowed, lips curled up, knees and elbows bent, as well as hackles raised. What would truly assist him in those adrenaline pumped moments would be digging his paws into the earth. As Deathbelle charged he would remain still like a brick wall. Her alabaster chest collided with his own cauing bruising on his end as well as uneasy breathing. A grunt could be heard from the male as he focused on regaining control of his breathing. Yet, there was little time before Belle had her legs wrapped around him and cat claws tearing into his upper back. A growl escaped the depths of his throat as her teeth came towards his muzzle. Hannibal suddenly whipped his head backward away from her dangerous teeth, only escaping with a few scratches at the top of his muzzle. Thankfully her fangs had missed his nose. Blood began to drip from his highly sensitive pink skin and a snort shot from his eager nostrils. Since she had managed to grip him in a 'bear hug' of sorts the male decided it'd be best to aim low for more sensitive bits. Hannibal would suddenly aim an attempted bite at Deathbelle's upper front right leg in hopes to make her drop down from the hug. Hannibal Iber Klein vs Deathbelle Klein for Spar
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