*** you with an anchor
04-30-2020, 06:46 PM
He blinked and recoiled in mock astonishment at Sparrow's response. Hey she was really getting into it today. Usually they just bitched back and forth at each other, a quick little snark fest to start them off on the right foot, and then went about their merry business; two snippy frienemies none the worse for wear. ""You think being a pirate is like the butt end of a joke?" His grin returned in a flash. Ah, come on now, she was making this easy. "Well..." since she'd asked... "Yeah?" he said in a 'no shit?' tone.
The strike came as a surprise to him and wiped the grin off his face. Sure they tussled and whatnot occasionally, but a bitch slap out of nowhere was insulting. Today he was the man. He'd asked a girl out and she'd said yes. He wasn't going to take a bitch slap like a- well like a bitch. His surprised and frozen stare lasted for half a second and then he lunged for her with a muted snarl.
Tyrian sought to plow into Sparrow's upper chest and neck area with his lower chest as he rose up on his hind legs. His goal was to get his forelegs around her neck, gain control of her head, and wrestle her to the ground. If he managed to get a hold of her neck he'd wrap his arms around it tight enough so that his claws could dig into the tops of her shoulders. He wasn't seeking any real harm, but he was looking to gain a firm hold of her with his claws. If successful he had a mind to stick to her like velcro. No way she was getting away with hitting him like that. He'd only been teasing like they always teased. She'd been distant and weird ever since he became an alpha and he was damn tired of it. Either they were still partners in crime or they weren't, but something had to change.
WC: 332
Tyrian versus Sparrow for Minor Maim (scarring tops of shoulders)
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Polar bear cape
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Black-footed Langur, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Striped Skunk, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Saber Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: Bard (not applicable in this fight)
The strike came as a surprise to him and wiped the grin off his face. Sure they tussled and whatnot occasionally, but a bitch slap out of nowhere was insulting. Today he was the man. He'd asked a girl out and she'd said yes. He wasn't going to take a bitch slap like a- well like a bitch. His surprised and frozen stare lasted for half a second and then he lunged for her with a muted snarl.
Tyrian sought to plow into Sparrow's upper chest and neck area with his lower chest as he rose up on his hind legs. His goal was to get his forelegs around her neck, gain control of her head, and wrestle her to the ground. If he managed to get a hold of her neck he'd wrap his arms around it tight enough so that his claws could dig into the tops of her shoulders. He wasn't seeking any real harm, but he was looking to gain a firm hold of her with his claws. If successful he had a mind to stick to her like velcro. No way she was getting away with hitting him like that. He'd only been teasing like they always teased. She'd been distant and weird ever since he became an alpha and he was damn tired of it. Either they were still partners in crime or they weren't, but something had to change.
WC: 332
Tyrian versus Sparrow for Minor Maim (scarring tops of shoulders)
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Polar bear cape
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Black-footed Langur, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Striped Skunk, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Saber Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: Bard (not applicable in this fight)
