SEVEN NATION ARMY

Like a silent storm the man would slide in easily behind the rest of his pack, moving with ease amongst the carnage and bloodshed that was currently ensuing. But his mind had a singular focus and as tooth and claw would fly to find a partner to dance with so would he. The massive beast would break into a lope as soon as his paws hit the battle grounds, weaving to and fro the individual battles that raged on within the massive siege that was breaking around them. One was dead already, a male, his body torn and twisted. Was he the start of all this? Briefly Vixe wondered what he had done to deserve such a cruel fate and for that moment he would pause, sickly green eyes trained on the broken and bloody form sprawled out before him. A female seemed to ghost out of the wreckage and run to the male's body. Did they know each other? Life fled his eyes as he steeled himself for what he was about to do, ears tipping back until they lay flush against his skull. He could sense her rage, almost taste it in the air and though he pitied the woman he steadied himself and set his defences. She would go for his king, he knew as much. After all why wouldn't she after what had been done to her? But the male couldn't let that happen, couldn't let Isardis be overwhelmed by an amount of foes.

Defences dropped easily into place, joints in his limbs loosening and bending slightly to give him more stability while his stance widened to centre himself. Ears remained flattened to his skull and eyes narrowed to protect the delicate orbs. He scrunched his neck and tipped his chin down to protect his jugular, tightening his abdomen and arching his back slightly in preparation to spring. Tail lashed wickedly at his ankles though remaining parallel to his spine for balance. Finally his lips would pull back into a snarl as lower jaw unhinged in preparation to bite. Raised hackles made him look considerably larger then he truly was as he took a threatening step towards the woman. "You want to avenge him? You'll have to go through me first..." His words were a low rumble, riding on the back of a growl as he took another step forward, all the while keeping his weight centred, joints loose and defences set. And then he was moving, going at her hard and fast, moving low to the ground and throwing himself forward at the last moment. Forepaws would stretch out before him, haunches curling beneath him before he attempted to roll his weight forward and lift his front end up quickly. He attempted to try and bring his open jaws up to grab at Morgan's throat and continue to force her up with his extra height. But should that plan fail open jaws would try and snap and grab hold onto any meaty part of her chest or shoulder.

Vixe v. Morgan for knock out

round 1 of ??

Attacks: Rushed at Morgan from the front, moving low to the ground in an attempt to get in close and then push himself upwards and grab at her throat. If he misses then trying to grab at her shoulder or chest.

Defences: Ears flattened, eyes narrowed, chin tucked, neck scrunched, hackles raised, legs bent, wide stance, tail parallel to his spine, jaws open, sucked in his tummy, back arched, hackles up.

Injuries: None yet

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