the hills have eyes.
08-08-2013, 05:14 PM
he was ever-so grateful for the silence. it allowed his mind to focus keenly, nothing else even mildly capturing his attention than the giant boy before him. he felt something like rage begin to froth from within him, even though this stranger had done nothing at all to him. it was not at all a surprising emotion to feel, given he had come here for precisely this -- to taste the blood of another, to test his strength, to take note of and improve upon his weaknesses. he was rewarded rather quickly with a mouthful of fur. basilisk felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins instantaneously as he was rewarded with soft flesh, clasped between his jaws. but there was no blood, though he twisted his head to the side rather quickly as though he might be able to tear flesh so easily. but cross did not falter; instead, he heard a snarl fall from his opponent's lips, and he returned the noise with a fierce rumble of his own. expecting the boy to try to thrash away, he was surprised when instead he felt his weight push forward. grip slackening on the other's neck, his own body twisted backward as cross attempted to pummel free from his grasp, pushing forward into him. the noise of his growl increased, lips curling back and revealing the stained fangs beneath as he desperately sought to maintain his hold on cross's neck. his feet lost hold as cross continued to press his weight forward, finding his back paws losing their grip on the earth that he sought to maintain. his tail flagged out behind him as he stumbled, as though it might help him stay at least partially balanced. he felt teeth strike out at his own chest, and a brief snarl of pain left his lips. it was not at all pleasant, and his eyes blazed, vivid purple, as he writhed from side to side, trying to break free cross's hold. it was perhaps not the best idea -- he ought to mirror the other boy's own moves and try to push him forward -- but instinct took hold, and told him to get out of his grasp as soon as possible. he had lost his own hold on his opponent's neck, instead focused on tucking his head down to protect his throat. it was a useful idea, for cross seemed to outweigh him slightly, and he finally lost his footing completely, feeling his right side strike the earth as the two went tumbling down. ------------------------ Round One / ? - Cross vs. Basilisk - Freestyle Training Defenses: tail out behind him for balance, head tucked down to protect neck Attacks: kept his hold briefly on cross's neck before losing footing Injuries: bite to chest, nothing major ; maybe some bruising on right side when he falls Notes: edited to add this bottom thing, nothing else -- sorry, my first spar on here! :) this is for fun anyway. |
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