fronthand backhand

The former Archangel chuckled softly at her response, nodding as she slipped into her stance. Clearly, he would be the one to open.

He stood for a long moment, then slowly, leisurely took a stance, as though his old bones would creak with each movement. And then abruptly he exploded forward in a powerful bounding leap, most of the propulsion coming from his good hind leg.

For all that he was old, he was still fluidly graceful in motion. Oh, he’d be sore as hell by the time he collapsed in his furs tonight, but he hadn’t let himself get too lax.

He locked eyes with her, winking as he barreled headlong toward her, dropping his left shoulder abruptly and veering to his right, aiming to drive the point of that shoulder squarely into the girl’s chest at mid-point. His head tilted to his right, jaws parting to aim his canines for the side of her throat, aiming to clamp his teeth shut on a good mouthful of her flesh and scruff and hold on.

Simultaneously, his left forepaw snapped up, his weight readjusting automatically to his other three legs briefly as he sought to bring that big foot of his down on the steel-clad toes of her right paw, aiming to pin them to the ground in their own weaponry with his weight as his tail whipped for balance.

He was old, but he was experienced. And so maybe he could relay to her his knowledge after their spar. He wouldn’t mind in the slightest. Meanwhile, Aello and Artashir circled, waiting to see if they would be needed.

Regulus Anatolli Adravendi vs Malalia for Spar
Round 1/3
Age: Over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
Specialty: N/A