SEVEN NATION ARMY
10-23-2013, 12:04 AM
Who would come out victorious? Valhalla had the numbers and two allies as opposed to Glaciem's one. But would sheer numbers be the determining factor in this war? How many of the wolves fighting on the side of Valhalla were trained warriors? It was hard to tell, but the Adravendi hoped that at least if they weren't skilled that they had the courage and determination to make up for it. Valhalla had heart. He just hoped that would be enough to see them through this.
His grasp towards her shoulders would be in vain as she would mimic his rearing, lifting herself up, her forelimbs reaching up to intertwine with his, ruining his intended grasp. The attack he had launched on her ear would be successful, though not really as successful as he hoped. His right fang would pierce through her right ear, tearing straight through the tip of it, which wasn't much of a win but he would take it. It was only after he had managed to slide through her ear that she would once again relinquish her hold on his chest only to take another aim towards his right shoulder again, looking to make the already bad wound even worse. But Gael wasn't having it. Ears would remain tucked against his skull, cerulean gems narrowed to slits as the Heir would quick drop downwards in an attempt to dodge her initial attack, his forehead gaining the brunt of her jaws, upper fangs digging into his forehead while lower ones sliced across the bridge of his muzzle, leaving deep gashes. But the young man would not be deterred.
With his chin tucked against his bleeding chest, Gael would attempt to tuck himself beneath his opponent, gaping jaws ready to snap towards her abdomen to deliver a debilitating bite while his right forepaw would extend towards her hind limbs, looking to possibly offset her balance with a swipe at the right ankle. Knees would bend in order to lower the man's body towards the ground, tail slightly tucked between his hocks to remain out of reach, shoulders rolled forward to keep the protection around his vitals. His remaining limbs would be tucked evenly beneath him, muscles taut and tense, ready to spring out from beneath the woman were she to decide and retaliate.