Lab Protocol
10-22-2013, 11:24 AM
A piece of a smile would wrinkle his lips as the boy's head came cascading into his chest. Ah, he remembered when he had once made complicated moves like Crucible was now attempting. Little had he known that the secret was in making more than one calculated simple moves in order to deal more damage. Maverick watched, not moving, as the boy put up his defenses once more, having let them fall in his dazed state. Good, his recovery time was decent. Maverick took these moments to ensure his own defenses, head tucked down toward his chin, legs spread and bent, tail flagged out, ears tucked, and eyes narrowed. Maverick tensed as the boy shifted his fangs toward his shoulder, instinctively dropping his own head to counter. However, on impulse he would jut his fangs out also, untucking his chin for a moment to hopefully grab hold of Crucible's upper jaw. Damage would be minimal as the king trained his bite to nothing more than a clamping hold, ensuring he didn't hurt his mentee in efforts to grab hold of him. Soon enough all of this would be over and the King would give his verdict. ?speak,? |