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*Isardis* · 10-08-2013, 09:17 PM

The satisfaction ignited by his successful attempt to reach over her spine would be extinguished by the woman?s lowered haunches, her sudden sitting position sending the male sliding backwards down her vertebrae, likely coming to rest upon her hips; if it hadn?t been for the grasp upon her scruff the angel would have likely been sent descending downwards, only to come to rest behind her haunches. Though the writhing monster had been banked by his clutch upon her scruff; choosing to remain within his somewhat awkward position upon her structure for as long as he could realistically manage, weight potentially pulling even more so upon the flesh that he held.

Left limb, having been tucked beneath him would reach for the point of her left femur; to stabilize himself upon her sitting form by an attempt at forcing his toes and heel sharply down into her stifle joint, to cause as much pain as he could whilst finding a new point of leverage, and of stability. If the pain was enough to force her to lift her rump, then Isardis would ensure he stayed with her form as she rose. If the woman stayed seated though, the pallid King would push forwards in an attempt to send his chest slamming into her shoulder, still attempting to maintain a grasp at her scruff as he would do so; using his greater weight in an attempt to toss her front half over and onto the ground. Her hinds were already against the parched earth, it shouldn?t have taken much to topple her shoulders over also. His jaws would attempt to roll her scruff over to her right simultaneously, potentially guiding her balance even more so towards the soil.

Though somewhat unexpectedly, The King would feel a sharp, stabbing force to his lower gullet, a shove at his tender neck just above the chest. A gasp for air would cause his jaws to release the woman?s scruff, narrowed rubies falling upon her out-stretched forelimb as she seemed to have jabbed at his neck with a decent force of power. Quickly he would recalculate, regathering his breath within seconds as he would scowl with anger; jaws agape as sharpened pearls were sent thrusting downwards to try and latch upon the tender structures of her right forelimb. She had so willingly offered her ease of movement to his weapons, and oh how hungrily he would seise the moment. Isardis would twist his skull to the right as he aimed to bring his molars down and over her radius bone, where the muscles of his jaws would clench with an unstoppable bone-crushing power, aiming to shred skin and splinter away bone. Though more sinister he would become, rotating his skull even more-so downwards as he would aim to slice his molars around and over the top of the forearm; hopeful to sever the cephalic vein and cause the red-faced wench to bleed out over the battlefield.

She would manoeuvre however, seeming to launch beneath his chest in an attempt to get at a forelimb, and then to wrap a paw around the side of his neck; he would lean away from her as much as possible, attempting to keep any achieved hold on her own forelimb as he would yet again push from his hinds and towards her, to shove his body ruthlessly at her shoulder yet again (providing she were still standing from his last attempt) and simultaneously pull any attained grasp upwards, to potentially pull her elbow up, out and towards her spine at an unnatural angle that may possibly allow a break or dislocation. It seemed the woman was able to make contact with his nape, their warped clasps and angles a sheer image of hilarity as the pair seemed to engage in a sinister form of twister. His defences would stand; eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws agape if not biting, balance distributed as equally as awkward positioning would allow, angles attempted to keep his body away from her grasp, chin tucked to protect pulsating jugular, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, hind toes splayed as nails would grip for traction, hackles raised, shoulders rolled as much as possible as the man would strive to stay above her.

Isardis vs. Chrysanthe ? Round 3 of 3

For Liberty.

Defences: all were clearly listed in last paragraph

Attacks: Upon Chrysanthe?s sitting position, Isardis will aim a sharp left shove/stomp down into the joint of her stifle; just lower the left femur with both toes and heel, aiming to cause pain whilst also gaining more stability in his position. If Chrysanthe keeps her position he will then push his chest firmly into her shoulder in a an attempt to throw her fore-balance, simultaneously keeping his hold upon her scruff and rolling the flesh over towards her right to possibly push her more so towards the ground. If she stands he will do his best to keep his right forelimb over her, to keep his weight over her spine and hopefully prevent excess movement still holding the scruff. (I think we messed up on angles a bit here/had misunderstandings so see notes for ref!) Chrysanthe exposes her forelimb by sending a shove towards Isardis throat, causing him to release her scruff and retarget mid-forelimb with his jaws, rotating his head to the right to potentially allow him to make a strong grasp at the bone, where he will tighten his grip to try and break bone and tear flesh. Should he land, Isardis will roll his skull more to the right to scrape his teeth over the top of her forelimb to try and slice the cephalic vein, causing her to bleed out. Chrys attempts to grasp a forelimb and Isardis will try to keep any attained holds on her own limb, to shove himself towards her to throw her balance again, and simultaneously lift her leg up and out in attempt to cause a break or dislocation.

Injuries: Bruising to throat above chest, momentary loss of breath. Also a counter with damage pending; the last injury will depend on Chrysanthe?s actions in response to Isardis? early moves. He will slam his left forelimb down onto her stifle (the other over her spine still), and it depends on how she reacts to that whether or not she will actually be able to reach either forelimbs. I will leave that to judges, I suppose, not much I can do there.

Notes: Good fight Seren! I think our angles were a bit confusing though so here?s a reference of where I thought Isardis was during Round Two, ( http://puu.sh/4Lopc.jpg ) it you can scribble you could show where you think they should be now; but its last round so it doesn?t really matter I suppose. Either way we worked around it, and I had fun! <3

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