as we collide

And so the dance would begin, and the fight would start. Her opponent came at her as she ran toward her, meeting her halfway opposed to taking the defensive and reacting at a stand still. It was to be expected in a real fight - you had to judge your opponent's movements without sacrificing your own tactics. No one was going to stand still and let you lay her mark upon them. The alpha had aimed the best that she could despite the slightly changed circumstances, and had pushed herself to meet the left side of the other's neck - but had somehow missed her mark. The miscalculation was a disappointment, but would not be dwelled upon. Despite her narrowed eyes not being taken off of her opponent, and her spring toward her target - her teeth instead met the other at a lower angle, and she bit into the other's shoulder. The alpha snapped wildly, attempting to do as much damage as possible without latching to the other female. It wasn't an ideal place to try and obtain a grip, and so she wouldn't spend long there - the taste of blood was not something that she would relish in, she wanted to end this fight, to win, the destruction that came with it was not something that she strove for.

With her grip on the other's shoulder released, she had a single moment to react to the other's movement toward her face. Her eyes were narrowed into slits, instinctively squinting more as the other closed in on her target. The king's soldiers were much like him in tactic it seemed, because her eyes were aimed for once more. The alpha's pinned ears and raised hackles would tense with the movement, but the alpha's reaction would flow with the motion of battle. Quickly she would pull herself back and to her right as the other was aiming for her left eye, the snap back into a defensive position would save her the loss of her eyesight - but not from pain all together. Her front legs were bent and her body slightly lowered - but while pulling away her enemy would wrap her teeth around the topside her muzzle, leaving Chrysanthe yanking herself away before the other could obtain a grip. The pain was not like the pulsating thrum in her thigh, but white and hot and sudden. The other's teeth would leave wounds in the tender flesh, and a snarl was released from the Adravendi's throat and gaping jaws as the damage was done, leaving bleeding lacerations where the Glaciem's teeth had been.

Turning her head to her own right, she would immediately release the weight that had been placed on her front legs, pushing herself toward the other's middle in a partial spring aimed just behind her shoulder and above her elbow. This was where her gaping jaws would be aimed, the prize being damage that would hurt and a possible grip where her eyesight would not be threatened once again. Sendoa's shoulder would collide with the alpha's left side as she pushed forward, but it was more friction of their left sides and rolled left shoulders colliding than any sort of bruising move. It would come with a thrumming pain, but a pain that she could bear to ignore in the middle of battle. With adrenaline coursing through her, she was focused on little else but the dark woman before her. Her movement would bring her forward, her front legs staggered with her right foot forward and her weight pushed downward to keep her balanced. Her toes dug into the ground to create as much traction as possible to keep her from being pushed or bowled over. The alpha's back legs were squared for balance behind her, and her tail tucked to remain out of the way.

attacks: biting at Sendoa's left side behind her shoulder and above her elbow
defenses: narrowed eyes, pinned ears, jaws agape, raised hackles, front legs bent, right foot forward, weight centered, back legs squared for balance, tail tucked, shoulders rolled, toes digging into earth for traction
injuries: (bite wound above her eye, bite wound to right outer thigh) bite wounds around her muzzle, minor bruising along left shoulder


Move two of three for Sendoa