Kill the World With Whatever it Takes

March opened her jaws a little late, but it may have been the sole reason she kept her teeth. Anticipating the movement, the mortal girl turned on her feet and shot out a single, massive paw, heading straight for March's face. The blow landed home easily, clobbering her across the cheek hard, the momentum shifting her whole body away from her opponent's. Fuck, that was a lot. Her brain jiggled in her skull, her mind whirling with it. No, no no. She'd not lose this easily, she wouldn't let it happen.

Agitated and a bit concussed, there was little distance that Brida would need to close. March took a backstep, a breath to herself, and nothing more, her head hanging low and to the left as she paused. Angry jaws would lash out again without warning, fiercer and swifter this time. With all the momentum she could muster she shot forward, attempting to get past the battering rams her opponent had for paws to get a hold on where the neck met her shoulder (Brida's right, March's left). Closing the distance could lead to a competition of strength March was likely to lose, but she wouldn't risk getting clobbered again. Cuts and bruises she could deal with, but concussions were anything but fun. Her grip on the girl would be strong, rough. She wasn't as careful as her about holding back, uncaring if teeth broke the skin. Pretty or not, this mortal girl was going down.

WC:1301

Marchosias vs Brida for spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator