SEVEN NATION ARMY
10-22-2013, 06:02 PM
There were fights going on all around him, but the Adravendi couldn't afford to keep track of them. He distinctly heard his uncle calling out to the glaciem King, but the meaning of his words was lost on the young man. He was engaged in his own battle, for the first time in his life and it was going well. He wasn't dead yet, so that was a plus. He would have some nasty bruising and scars afterwards, but he was sure he would be able to walk away with his life to bring his sister back home. And come back to Meili. That was the objective; rescue Aza and return to Mei. Simple enough no?
His attempt to slam down on her paws worked, though only with his right forepaw. He could feel the bones in her left paw dislocate and snap beneath his much heavier weight, a feeling of satisfaction spreading across his larger mass. Take that bitch. He would snarl in his head, the snarling translating into an actual sound that vibrated through his vocals as his head swung from side to side, ripping and tearing at the scruff of the crazed woman beneath him. Clearly she didn't like being ripped open and she would immediately release his chest from her grasp, pulling back to snort only to have her jaws snake forward again, looking to take a bite out of his throat this time. Not so easily. Gael would instantaneously in the same moment release her scruff, haunches tensing once again, front knees bending as he pushed off his front legs to throw the front half of his body up. His tucked chin would protect his throat and the raising of his front half of his body would deflect the initial attack, but he wouldn't escape completely unscathed. Her jaws that had been seeking purchase at his throat would instead once again latch onto his chest, only this time it was the center of his chest, still in the collarbone area. Her fangs would pierce his flesh once again, digging past the skin and muscle to draw blood. A snarl would erupt from the man's jaws, pain radiating from the second bite. Damn that really hurt.
But the woman would not get off the easily. Forelimbs would be raised in an attempt to wrap around the woman's shoulders, hind limbs pushing the man forward to try and shove the crazed she-wolf as he made his actual attack, tail in alignment with his spine while his weight was distrusted between his remaining hind limbs. Chin would still remain tucked his chest, ever protecting his throat, ears flattened against his skull, eyes narrowed as jaws unhinged, aiming to strike at the woman's right ear, looking rip into it as much as possible. Surely that had to hurt. Shoulders remained rolled forward, scrunching the area around his nape for continual protection.