Always A Reason For The Pain [INVADERS]

Well, this was a shit situation. She backed up as she watched the dire wolves scramble to their feet. Her luck managed to hold out enough that one of the dire wolves went to attack the black and white male, leaving her with one opponent. Oh goodie. Still, she supposed she ought to thank her lucky stars that she wasn't outnumbered any more. It might give her a chance to end this without getting eaten. Rœkia hoped that Lukina had been paying attention to her healing lessons. She was likely going to need the little squirts help after this, assuming she survived. If she didn't, well, the pup was on her own. She'd done the best she could do.


Rœkia lowered her head to align with her spine, shifting her tail up to do the same as her shoulders rolled forward, her neck scrunching back to push fur and fat over her vitals. Her chin tucked slightly and her hackles stood on end. She growled, her limbs spreading equidistant apart, bent slightly to lower her center of gravity and to prepare her to spring into action at a moments notice. Her weight settled equally across her limbs as her toes splayed, her claws digging into the earth. Rœkia wrinkled her brow in a snarl, her ears pinning tightly to her head as her magenta eyes narrowed. She tried to look fierce and tough despite knowing that it probably wasn't going to be enough to make the dire wolf go away.

The large, old, dire wolf made the first move She saw the dark intent in his eyes, knowing that this was more than just a simple dominance match. This man wanted to hurt her, brutally. Well, then Rœkia was just going to have to fight as brutally back. By now she was used to others wanting to hurt her and she wasn't going to start rolling over just because her opponent was nearly twice her size. Hell, she'd fought a polar bear fairly recently and that creature was much brawnier than the man in front of her now.

As the man charged so did Rœkia, ready to meet her opponent head on. As he shifted to line his right shoulder with the center of her chest she shuffled to her own right in an attempt both displace the man's attack and to line the front of her left shoulder with the crook of his body where his right shoulder connected to the right side of his chest. She aimed to launch her left shoulder forward into this nook with enough force to cause severe bruising and to tear the ligaments. Hopefully, the injury would slow and cripple his movements. He was elderly after all, and she knew old men always complained about their aching joints. Well, if she succeeded he'd really have an ache to complain about.

In addition to the shoulder throw she thrust the center of her chest forward hoping to striking the center of the dire's shoulder. Hoping that that in combination with her shoulder throw could help jar the joint. Granted she was likely going to pay dearly for this stunt considering his greater mass. She could hope she'd have enough momentum do do a fair amount of damage but in all likely hood she wasn't going to move or cause him to stumble. Still, she wasn't going to give up just yet. She exhaled swiftly before what she hoped would be impact so she wouldn't knock the breath from her own lungs. He was larger, true, but he was also much older and she hoped that her youth and hardiness would aid her in this endeavor. Simultaneously, as her weight shifted to her left front leg and her hindlegs for her shoulder throw she sought to lift her right foreleg so she could try to slam her right forepaw down on the man's left forepaw in the hopes of spraining some toes. Again, it was a long shot. He was so massive she couldn't help but feel like an annoying pup in attacking him rather than the true warrior she was.

The man's jaws lanced toward her head but her shift in position would leave his jaws on the left side of her head but her left ear was still vulnerable, even pinned, and so she sought to counter his attack. Rœkia raised her head and twisted it inward, jaws aiming to connect with the left side of the man's face. Her upper fangs sought to piece his left eye, in the hopes of permanently maiming him, her lower fangs sought to hook into the flesh just below his left cheek. She hoped to snap her jaws together in a tight grip on the man's face and to give herself some leverage in this fight. If these dire wolves wanted a dirty fight then she'd give them a dirty fight! Any scar, any maim, any missing piece would be nothing but badges, marks of experience gained. She'd been reared a fighter from the day she could walk and she sure as hell wasn't going to flinch or recoil from a little size difference. Granted she preferred sneakier ways of fighting, with poisons and traps but when it came to a brawl she was here to throw down as well.

The wolves collided and much to her delight, Rœkia's attacks landed as she wished them to. She slammed into the brute, felt pain blossom across her chest and shoulder from the collision, but her ears were soothed by the dire's shrieking howl of pain as her fangs pierced his eye and ripped through the flesh of his face in a tight hold. The dire twisted and flailed, shaking his head in desperation to fling her off his face but she held firm. Granted this was probably not the best place to be. She couldn't kill the dire wolf from this location but if she let go she was going to be in a lot more trouble. So what to do?

Suddenly the dire wolf twisted and threw itself on the ground with one mighty twist of its neck. Rœkia couldn't maintain her hold and was sent rolling through the snow, yelping as she hit a rock. She scrambled quickly back to her feet to see the dire continuing to twist and sputter. Blood caked its face and it could barely see her. If she'd had her wolf's bane on her she'd have been tempted to poison him right there and then but alas she didn't. Thankfully she didn't need to for the dire wolf seemed to have decided it had had enough of this fight and retreated back into the forest.