Fight Dirty [Fight Training!]
07-25-2020, 11:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-25-2020, 11:23 PM by Torrent.)
Torrent was late responding to Ashmedai's call for the pack's fighters, and nearly hadn't come at all. Asriel, the snow leopard who had been with her since he had rescued her at his prior companion's behest, had fallen ill. She had been frantic for two days, or as much so as she ever was, feeling helpless and angry that there was nothing she could do to help him. She had vowed to herself after the thirty-sixth straight hour that she would never, ever feel this helpless to save someone important to her again, and would seek out the pack's healers for training. Asriel was recovering now but he was still weak, and she had been reluctant to leave him even at the prospect of fight training until he had chased her off himself.
She approached the group silently enough to hear the conversation from some distance away, though she had missed the very start of it. She heard Ashmedai's question to Valdis, and her answer, and then Alarr's. It was surprising to hear, and she cocked her head in thought. Woukd either of those things stop her from engaaging in a fight? No - while she was by nature cleanly, bodily functions were just that, and their byproducts could be ignored at need. "I imagine such tactics would cease quickly if the opponent ignored the urine and bit their penis," she observed matter-of-factly as she seated herself beside Alarr. So what was the dirtiest trick she could think of in a fight? "With a male, finding some way to strike the testicles seems like it would be considered unsporting," she offered, though her brow furrowed. She didn't really fully understand the point of sportsmanship, so she had to dig deep to think of what someone else might think was unfair. As far as she was concerned, the only objective was to win the fight, and she didn't really draw the line anywhere. "Maybe drawing them into a preset trap? Or a poison salve on your fur?" she added instead. No, that last seemed too unlikely - most carriers for a poison would leave a slick greasy look to the fur that would give it away. Besides, she thought that some things could be absorbed through the skin so rubbing poison in yourself might backfire...
She approached the group silently enough to hear the conversation from some distance away, though she had missed the very start of it. She heard Ashmedai's question to Valdis, and her answer, and then Alarr's. It was surprising to hear, and she cocked her head in thought. Woukd either of those things stop her from engaaging in a fight? No - while she was by nature cleanly, bodily functions were just that, and their byproducts could be ignored at need. "I imagine such tactics would cease quickly if the opponent ignored the urine and bit their penis," she observed matter-of-factly as she seated herself beside Alarr. So what was the dirtiest trick she could think of in a fight? "With a male, finding some way to strike the testicles seems like it would be considered unsporting," she offered, though her brow furrowed. She didn't really fully understand the point of sportsmanship, so she had to dig deep to think of what someone else might think was unfair. As far as she was concerned, the only objective was to win the fight, and she didn't really draw the line anywhere. "Maybe drawing them into a preset trap? Or a poison salve on your fur?" she added instead. No, that last seemed too unlikely - most carriers for a poison would leave a slick greasy look to the fur that would give it away. Besides, she thought that some things could be absorbed through the skin so rubbing poison in yourself might backfire...