Steel claws raked the ground of the battle field. Jet's iconic icy glare swept around the scene before him, he would not miss this war unless he was dead. He rushed in with the Glaciems and Amentians, and had taken a place atop a fallen log that rested against a boulder. He was out for one thing here, and that was his brother. His gaze swept the landscape, his teeth bared as he searched. But alas, his brother was not here. "Tch...coward. Oh well, I'll go after one of his precious bitches allies." he sneered, and his muscles recoiled to push him off the log and towards the ground below. He would go after a Valhallan, take them by surprise and do as much damage as possible. He was a slaughtering machine, and he cared not who died today. His icy blue gaze fell upon a grey brute, and Jet would release a terrifying snarl as he charged straight for him. Inky lips lifted to reveal sharpened ivory daggers, his lengthened claws throwing up dirt as they dug into the ground for traction, his tail aligned with his spine for balance as he made his charge, head lowered to align with his spine as well as to protect his throat, ears flattened to the back of his head while Aquatic eyes narrowed, pin pointing his target. His shoulders rolled forward to offer more protection towards his vitals. The demon bunched his scruff to put in place some more protection, and his weight became evenly distributed throughout all four legs. He roared at the grey bastard, his features contorted into that of a nightmare. He would make an attempt to slam his own chest into the mans front, hoping to knock him over or unbalance him. Whether or not his attack worked, then Jet would rise on try to lunge forward and grab the mans scruff or back of the neck and shake violently to try and cause pain and tearing. As he did this, he would try to rake sharp claws at the yellow eyes of the beast in an attempt to temporarily or permanently blind him or at least blind him with his own blood. His hind legs would spread for balance, his toes splayed and his claws digging into the earth to push him forward and against his opponent, trying to force his weight on him now.
Jet Vs. Pontifex for Maim to face/eye(s)
Round 1/∞
Defenses: During his charge: Lips curled, claws digging into the ground for traction, tail aligned with his spine for balance, head lowered and aligned to offer protection over his throat, ears flattened against his skull, eyes narrowed, shoulders rolled forward, scruff of his neck is bunched, weight evenly distributed in all four legs.//Other defenses added when he rears up: hind legs will become splayed for balance, toes spread, and claws digging into the earth for balance/traction.
Attacks: Attempt a head on frontal charge at Pontifex with his chest, hoping to knock him over or unbalance him. Whether it works or fails, he will rise up and make an attempt to lunge forward and grab the mans scruff or back of the neck and shake violently to try and cause pain and tearing. he would then try to rake sharp claws at the yellow eyes of the beast in an attempt to temporarily or permanently blind him or at least blind him with his own blood.
Injuries: N/A
OOC: If you don't want a maim to the face, then I can try elsewhere, or some other sort of challenge. I'm not exactly sure if maim fights are open or have to be agreed upon in the war :/
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