try and knock us down
08-07-2013, 10:48 PM
The satisfying feeling of flesh tugging against teeth met Alena as her jaws met their mark, however thanks to her opponent's quick actions she failed to do more than scratch the skin with her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted his dark form twisting to charge at her, aiming toward the upper half of her left side. It was not beyond her that he had turned his aim to go for her shoulder, despite the fact that the lower end of her body would have been closer to her reach. The only reasoning he would have to do that was because he had caught the scent of her pregnant state on her scent. Her ears flicked in irritation. Was this going to be her life now? Constantly having to be careful and having others be careful around her? She never was one to accept charity from others or even accept most forms of help and this was no exception. However, thanks to her getting lost in her thoughts, she was unable to dodge Killian's blow. At the last second, she leaned her weight toward him, hoping to counter balance a little of the momentum of his blow. She widened her stance again as well, her claws digging into the ground. When his blow landed she toppled over with a soft "oof". Thanks to the rain, the ground was quickly turning to mud, giving her preparations for his blow little purchase to cling to. She hit her right side, the momentum given to her by his charge rolling her completely over onto her left. She scrambled as quickly as she could manage to get back to her paws. There was a light coating of mud clinging to her usually snow white pelt now as she slid around to face him again, her right side aching slightly from taking the hardest hit of her fall. It took the trained assassin only moments to drop back into her defensive crouch, her feet spread apart in an attempt to give her a firmer stance on the softening ground. Her ears remained pinned back to her skull, her eyes mere slits, her chin tucked down protectively over her neck, her neck pulled back till it was practically scrunched back against her bristling shoulders. Though, instead of a snarl, a grin found its way onto her muzzle. The ivory fea lived for moments like this, these moments of pure excitement and adrenaline that could only happen when she was in a fight. She launched herself at Killian once again, shifting her weight to her toes as she pushed herself forward. Unfortunately, mother nature was not on her side in this fight. Not only was the steadily pouring rain starting to obscure her vision, her paws failed to find a sturdy place to push off from in the mud, taking away some of her speed as her paws slipped a little. Her paws finally caught on a patch of grass and she took the chance to leap forward, lifting her forepaws out in front of her, aiming them at his right shoulder. She hoped to bring her weight down onto the brute's shoulder to at least knock him off balance. Her muddy paws reached for his dark form, her amethyst eyes watching him carefully. With any luck she could knock him to the ground, maybe even land a scratch with her claws. ------------------------------------------------------------- Round: 2/4 Attacks: Attempting to land on his right shoulder with outstretched forepaws. Defenses: Widened stance, claws dug in, ears pinned back, her eyes slitted, chin tucked down protectively, her neck scrunched back into her shoulders Injuries: Sore right side, possibly bruised "Speech." |