SEVEN NATION ARMY

The worthless fucking bitch... She moved only slightly but his grip shouldn't have been impaired, haunches coiled and curled to follow her back but for SOME REASON every hit he intended to land was only giving minimum damage and once again only four pathetic puncture wounds landed. Even as his entire weight was tossed to the side and she shifted away from him somehow she thought she could follow his momentum by sprinting after him. His velocity took with him little more then a mouthful of fur and some drops of blood and he couldn't help but snarl and snap at the air in anger and rage, blinking his own blood from his eyes as his ear continued to flutter and throw droplets of blood everywhere. He saw her charge, saw her teeth coming for his throat but all he did was continue his roll, kicking out at her with all four paws at her face, scratching and clawing with his forepaws and launching a vicious kick at her jaw with his hind paws. He felt contact, a tooth scraping against the bone of his front right shin as he fended her off but other then that she achieved no grip and got nowhere near his throat. Needless to say she didn't catch him before he flipped over and rolled easily to his paws. Even as he was landing he was springing again, haunches coiling beneath him to launch himself at her once again low and fast even though their proximity was closer now. He kept himself loose, limbs bent with practiced ease and stance wide so he could get lower and keep himself centred and balanced. He would expose the top of his neck to her, give her a clear opening, as he charged in to grab at the stupid shoulder, lower now closer to her elbow in an attempt to either puncture the inside of her leg or get a full on grip. He wanted blood to flow and now he no longer wanted her knocked out, he wanted her dead.... His spine was arched once more with abdomen tightened to get himself more compact and his head lower to the ground. Neck was scrunched and his shoulders were forward slightly and hunched so if she did force her rage down on his neck and shoulders all she would really get would be loose folds of skin, fur or superficial muscle. He kept his skull protected, at an angle where even if she tried she couldn't get at his face. But even with that protection his eyes remained narrowed and his ears remained flattened to his skull. Should she sidestep either way he would move with her and if nothing else look to ram a heavily muscled shoulder into her chest with enough force to crack a few bones, wind her or throw her backwards so he could continue to bite at whatever piece of flesh he could find and grab hold so he could rip the bitch limb from limb.

Vixe vs Morgan for knock out


Round 3 of ??

Attack: Continued to roll, kicking out at her face when she tried to get close. Once he got up he ran at her, low and fast in an attempt to grab at her left armpit (the same one he was attacking before) higher up close to her chest. Should his teeth miss he is looking to slam his shoulder into her chest and force her back then continue to snap at her left side and find a grip on any piece of flesh he can find.


Defence: Back arched, abdomen tucked, legs bent, stance widened and stable, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, shoulders hunched, neck scrunched and chin tipped down though his head if closer to the ground.

Injuries: 4 gouge wounds on the top of his skull and a split ear thats bleeding like crazy. Also a superficial flesh wound on his right front shin.

Speech!