bend but don't break
08-04-2013, 09:16 PM
Meh, we won't worry about defaults. This is kinda late too cause I was out of town. ^^
It was clear to the prince that the speed of this individual was a force to be reckoned with. She was using her speed as well as she knew how, but with a little more training he knew she would be even more of a threat. Luckily enough for him, he had a feeling that he was just a bit more experienced than she. Eyes remained narrowed as his jaws met their mark, delving into the flesh just between her shoulder blades only moments after his shoulder collided with the top of her head. The pain from the bite to his foreleg had long since ebbed away - worn away by adrenaline and determination. However, the warm trickle of blood that flowed from each of the wounds would not soon be forgotten. It occurred to him now that realistically she would want him to release his hold. Granted, he had intended for it only to be a quick bite, but with her sudden urge to get him to move - he was more determined than ever to keep what advantage he had. He felt her shift her head under him, and felt her jaws snare painfully into the front of his shoulder, just where his foreleg met his chest. Her canine teeth delved into his flesh quickly and with certainty, it was clear she wasn't playing around. However, it was only a glancing blow as she seemed to have changed objectives. Her fangs left behind only four inch long scratches, but didn't dig in deep enough to cause him incredible amounts of discomfort. His ears remained back as he held tight to the purchase of flesh he'd found between her shoulder blades, wondering if her movement might possibly help him cause more damage to her scruff. Her bodice twisted again - incredibly despite his current hold on her scruff. This time she launched an assault with her paws, hoping to push him off. Unfortunately due to her efforts of rising up on her front paws and pushing off of him, it became too difficult for him to retain his hold. Following these events and her efforts to shirk his grasp on her, Maverick released his hold, simultaneously thrusting his weight into her and hoping to knock her off balance due to her front paws already being off of the ground. In this same instant, his jaws angled downward and to the side, aiming for a target along the left side of her face. As he leaned toward her, he kept his tail tilted to the right to protect his balance, while simultaneously digging his claws into the dirt for added traction. His eyes remained narrowed tightly enough to protect them, but wide enough to see out of. Ears stayed tucked to his head for fear of losing one to her quick snapping jaws. Round 2/3 Attacks: Thrusting his weight into her while she's unbalanced, while simultaneously snapping toward the left side of her face.
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