We all got points to prove

Hook, line and sinker. Maybe it wasn't really honorable, scratch that it was a completely petty thing to do but damn if it wasn't going to feel good. It seemed her niece was perhaps more gifted than she was, the spirit was strong in her or whatever it was that her sister actually believed, Desponia had only a tenuous connection with her mother's beliefs, as far as she was concerned it seemed like there wasn't any actual consequence to picking and choosing what they wanted to follow. But all that aside she did not fail to notice the various natural benefits her niece sported, she had no doubt those scales on her legs would make it hard to get a good grip there and she sported the same ebony bony ridges ran along her head. This would be a rough one even without her injury. There was an awkward time of uncertainty as neither of them moved from their battle ready positions...

Then finally Avacyn charged her, but if she thought Desponia was going to balk at her the girl was mistaken, the woman dug her paws deeper into the sand, gritting her teeth as Avacyn's armored shoulder slammed into her chest, biting back the screech of pain that threatened to escape her lungs as her wrist complained angrily, the pain shooting up her leg. She doubled over herself a bit, hiding the pain in her leg by focusing on the pain in her chest. As she ducked she felt her niece's teeth tug at her fur, managing to avoid getting scruffed. She felt a flash of indignation at that. She was so over being treated like a petulant child and the idea of being scruffed by her younger niece made her already battered and bruised ego rise up in anger.

Desponia tilted her head, trying to tuck it under her niece's chin and then try and slam the side of her horns into the girl's lower jaw, she wouldn't be able to hook anything from here but maybe she could get a good smash of bone on bone in. Weird paws aside, they didn't look quite as protected as the rest of Avacyn's forelegs. The woman grimaced, it was a dumb move, it would almost certainly cause her injury to get worse but she was starting to run on pure instinct, a desire to sink her fangs into her niece. She shifted her weight to lift her right foreleg and aimed to slam it down on Avacyn's toes with all her weight.

WC: 423 (2450/2500)

Desponia vs Avacyn for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Ram horns - Offensive
Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Beginner Fighter

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