Trial Number One
10-01-2013, 11:26 PM
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Walk | Talk | Think Initially Rune thought he had countered rather well in gripping onto the other male to keep himself upright, as well as with the placement of his hind paws as the older, larger wolf drew him up off of his forelegs and into an awkward standing position. He had been able to hold his ground, and his upright position, when otherwise he might have simply been bowled right over. Of course, with the ever present feel of teeth and tension upon the back of his neck, it was difficult to draw any satisfaction from merely staying upright. Their spar was still far from over. His jaws remained clenched and gripping as well as they could against the older male's shoulder, his hold with his forepaws as secure as he could manage, as he felt Cormalin lean even further into his forward lunge. His smaller build worked to his disadvantage, lacking the muscle and mass to meet the onslaught pound for pound, and he could feel himself beginning to be pushed back. He managed a step but nothing more, feeling in that quick moment of retreat the further giving of his body against the weight of the other along with a sudden noticeable lean to their stance. Cormalin was not trying to push him back; he was trying to take him down. It was far too late to out maneuver the attempt - he could already feel the tenuous balance he had held beginning to slip - and he struggled to find a way to somehow not put himself in a completely compromising position. Releasing the bite he had managed to grab against the male's shoulder so as not to pin his muzzle beneath the male should he fall atop him, he let himself fall, leaning into the decline upon his side with the hopes that the bite to his scruff, along with his forepaws still gripping tight around Cormalin's torso, would be enough to bring the male down with him. Sweeping his tail clear and safely to the side, traction was lost with his hind paws and they slipped out from under him, the grey and black wolf falling back awkwardly upon the side of his back, not quite flat but not upon his side either. The collision with the earth was jarring enough, and succeeded in knocking a little of the wind from his lungs, but action was still necessary. His positioning was still awkward upon the ground, Cormalin's tight grip upon the back of his neck only worsening the bite wound that he had initially inflicted there, more so with their fall. It was enough to elicit a quick growl from Rune as the younger wolf tried still to hold the other male close and attempted once again to bite against the male's shoulder closest to his muzzle, even his neck if his reach could extend that far to the side, a few teeth bared snaps executed as he promptly tucked his ears and narrowed his eyes against the others' superior position. As he did so, he lashed out with his hind legs, hoping to catch Cormalin somewhere along his middle or side with a desperate kick in a vain attempt at pushing the male back so he might get a moment to regain his feet. Round 3/4: Attacks: Not so much an attack, but trying to keep a firm grip around Cormalin with his forepaws so that he would not move far enough out of his reach to evade attack; a handful of quick, random bites aimed at Cormalin's shoulder and (if possible) neck closest to the side Rune's facing; reaching kicks with his hind legs aimed to hit Cormalin somewhere along his side or stomach. Defenses: Swept tail out of the way during fall so it was clear of injury; tucked ears and squinted eyes with Cormalin being close enough and in a better position to cause more lasting damage to his face. Injuries: Bruising and soreness on his left side from Cormalin's earlier lunge; bite wound upon scruff from initial attack; worsening of the bite wound due to further pulling and then the impact as he fell upon the ground, which also left him slightly winded. OOC: loool It's alright, we can just go with it. xD Yay for practice! |
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