Lets paint the rocks red

*Nirvana* · 03-07-2023, 07:14 PM

Just as Deimons sized her up, Nirvana was making her own observations and thoughts about the man. Whereas she was built light, lithe, more of an agile creature, he was built with muscle, power. A hit from an opponent with such a build risked bruising for certain and, if this were a more serious fight, allowing him to get a hold could risk more severe damage. But Nirvana would not worry about such things. Her coat might have appeared pure, a pool of pristine white tainted by the slightest of creams, but wouldn’t stains of red match her deep red gaze better? She allowed herself a grin. She would be lying if she claimed she wasn’t excited. It had been far too long since her last chance to practice battle. Skills that she longed to hone. A sharp body, a sharp mind, an ally to be called upon when the time was right. Her right ear gave a slight flick at seeing his own grin. Even before the words left his maw she had a sense that he was ready, and Nirvana braced herself. Beside her Ridge took the sky once more, the falcon’s sharp cry piercing the air.

There was no need to expect perfection, but that didn’t mean that Nirvana was going to give her uncle an easy win. He burst forth and Nirvana shifted her stance. Knowing his build he was very likely going to come in with the intent of ramming her. Which would be a good move if it connected. Nirvana had no intention of letting that go off without a hitch, though. Nirvana made to leap away from Deimos at the last moment, but she waited just a hair too long. She managed to dodge that attempted slam of his shoulder but in the leap she had placed her left foreleg in range of his jaws. Three paws hit the ground and Nirvana’s eyes widened slightly. Shit, not good. Nirvana let her weight fall, a move that would anchor her on the ground and make dodging or quick movements harder… but that ship had sailed. If Deimos managed to get her forelegs out from under her she was going to be in trouble.

With one leg in Deimos’ jaws and the man wrapping around the other Nirv knew she needed to make a move. The man’s face was lower than her head, being around her leg, so her option was clear. She had to force him to let go, maybe even back off. Though, the latter was probably doubtful given his lineage and the pack he was in. Still, Nirvana’s jaws parted and she aimed for a tender area of the face - the end of the muzzle, right before Deimos’ eyes. She wasn’t seeking to maim him of course, careful not to angle herself too high to where she might accidentally catch his aqua blue gaze with her fangs. She aimed for the area right before it, twisting her head so that her jaws would clamp around it. Either he’d let go, or it would be an interesting game of chicken with their jaws wrapped around one another.

Thomas had yet to leap into the fray… though the genet was on the move, attempting to circle around behind Deimos and seek an opening.

"Talk," 'Think.'

Nirvana vs Deimos for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Companion 1: Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Genet, Male - Battle
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual

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