the hills have eyes.
08-09-2013, 07:57 AM
for an instance, he wished desperately he'd paid more attention to the specifics of the fight between the orange-furred bitch and his father. but no, he had been too caught up in his own anger and hatred. funnily enough, it was that which had led him here, to seek out an opponent of his own. and it was his distraction at that fight that caused him to falter here. luckily, it was simple practice -- he was not stupid enough to put himself in such a situation, knowing that he all but lacked experienced in terms of fighting. a snarl ripped from his chest as his right side collided with the earth, the impact briefly taking the air from his chest and stunning him for a few painfully long seconds. he felt the other boy's paws clambering to wrap around him, to further push him down -- and the move succeeded. luckily, the fall brought a surge of rage through him, causing his purple eyes to burn with a fire that seemed as though it might never extinguish. luckily, the other loosened his hold on his chest, and basilisk took little time in leaping to his paws. despite the fall, he felt strong and ready as he regained his balance. this boy was giving him a fair fight, but he understood it was only practice -- perhaps an adult would've continued to pin him down, but cross was not seeking an easy win. his ego had not been battered, but he knew he needed to focus. 'that the best you got?' he chided, not too arrogantly -- basilisk felt a smirk curl his lips. he liked this male already, and he rarely felt little more than irritation towards strangers. particularly males. "as if," he chuckled, the sound low but audible. it was a strange thing, to feel respect for an opponent in a fight -- but he couldn't help but feel like the boy was someone he might get along with. the sudden rush of camaraderie at the free advice was evident with the way he eyed the brute carefully, his own snarl fading from his lips. out of the corner of his eye, he saw something then -- a flash of orange fur that made hate well up in his chest. could it really be... ? he grimaced, refusing to turn and find out if it was the woman he thought he was. perhaps she was more awful than he thought. not only had she slain his father, but she was here now -- watching him. if only she knew how badly he longed to rip her throat out, to slash at her miserable chest and tear her still-beating heart from her writhing body. the thought made his smirk appear, but still he held his concentration, refusing to let anyone ruin this practice. sure that cross would spring before long, basilisk widened his stance and rolled his shoulders forward, keeping his neck tucked downward, trying to cover some of his chest as well as his neck. the attack was not surprising, but the sidelining was. though he attempted to swing himself to the right to avoid the attack, but he was not as fast as he anticipated. he put most of his faith in his size, rather than his strength -- he made a mental note to work on on running when this fight was over. the hold was enough to send a smaller male sprawling, but he winched and braced himself against the impact. even if he had tried to take him down, basilisk was intent on sending the other boy down too -- swiftly his jaws parted and sought to grab hold to one of cross's hind left legs, swinging his body around to the left as cross zipped past him. ------------------------ Round Two / ? - Cross vs. Basilisk - Freestyle Training Defenses: head tucked low, paws spread out to stabilize himself, shoulders rolled forward Attacks: attempting to snag cross's hind left leg at the joint Injuries: nip to his upper left front leg Notes: |
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