SEVEN NATION ARMY

*Satis* · (This post was last modified: 10-27-2013, 04:43 PM by Satis.)

Young she was, however foolish she was not. Determination coiled her clockwork to an extreme comparable to even the most experienced Veteran, and so far the gazelle-marked babe would stand undefeated. However her lineage had failed to grant her the thriving ego of her father, and although no doubts would be held for her own success, Satis? mind would roll free of over-confidence; shifting her weight eagerly as the approach of an ebony monster would encourage her mind to click into war-mode. Defenses would form amidst her structures; spine aligned, tail tucked, abdomen tense, hackles raised, golden gaze narrowed, ears pinned, toes splayed, balance equal, limbs square, chin tucked, shoulders rolled, chest lowered, claws gripping, muscles rigid. And almost hauntingly the youthful woman would allow her marked jaws to slowly unhinge, a shrilled whine escaping her throat as she grew anxious with thrill.
Hastily she would begin to crawl forward, neck lowered as she stalked, gaze so fixated upon her opponent as the blades of golden jewellery flashed below her form. She would move to a lope then, rapidly attempting to close the distance between the mis-matched duo, so intent on approaching the man directly head on. She was small, and she was fast; the biggest mistake wolves made was misjudging her abilities. Brute strength didn?t always compare to wit. Paws thrashed at the earth beneath her, mind controlled, calculated; and just when the babe thought she was close enough she would send a sharp darting motion towards her opponents right shoulder, not aiming to contact, but to fool him, only to counterfeit and rapidly switch right; attempting to leap in one clean bound to the opposite side (Cormalin?s left). She would do her upmost best to remain with him no matter what, and whether he had fallen for her wits or proven sharp, Satis would point rigid shoulder towards the man?s left blade and with a single bound, launching confidently from her haunches, she would aim to crash into his fore-shoulder with her own and throw his balance.
He had the superior weight, but the compact torpedo had velocity and the act of surprise. However she wasn?t quite satisfied; almost simultaneously to her shoulder motion she would swing her skull downwards, pointing crown slightly out to her right in an attempt to angle gaping jaws beneath the jutting of his left elbow, where ravenous canines would so ambitiously aim to clamp with a relentless power; to lock the bone beneath gleaming orifice and aim to then pull her skull upwards and outwards, aiming to topple his weight right-wards via the loss of his grounding, and simultaneously bend the elbow at an unnatural angle.
Satis vs. Cormalin ? Round 1 of 3!

For Bronze.
Attacks: Satis lopes towards Cormalin and fakes left, quickly switching right (Satis POV) and aiming her jutted left shoulder at the blade of Cormalin?s left frontal shoulder; hopeful her fake had sent his weight to his right, and then attempting to push his balance even more-so right with the slamming. Almost simultaneously she would aim gaping jaws towards his lower left elbow, attempting to grasp tightly around the bone of his limb and pull upwards and outwards, ambitious to again topple his weight and also pull the elbow joint at an unnatural angle which could allow for dislocation or severe pain.

Injuries: None, no attacks were issued first round.

OOC: This was accidentally edited on the 27th/after the challenge defaulted, when I went to take the post codes. Ignore the coding as I attempted to replace it with the original post.

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