SEVEN NATION ARMY
10-25-2013, 07:30 PM
The lady writhed with anger, entering the battle field was a dangerous thing, among getting herself harmed for a fight she shouldn't have been involved with. But, it pissed her off, to hear of the man who had decided to make foolish decisions. He had caused Epiphron strife, the queen of Seracia deserved better for her family. Not to have some stupid bastard who thought he was of the purine kind trying to rip through foundations. Rivaxorus has seen what her father had done, and the same rage then, filled her now. The muscled female burst through her form as she spotted the gleaming white form next to a Tortugan. A deep growl erupted from her throat, a sound, that didn't even sound like it would come from someone like her. Suddenly she was snapped into her murderous mode, teeth glistening as she ripped across the Valhallan lands towards the inch taller male. Her ears moved to her skull, as she narrowed her eyes, keeping her chin tucked. Suddenly her body would shift to the right, so that her left side was facing his right. She would attempt to slam all one hundred thirty five pounds of her weight into him with enough force to attempt to throw him off. As she dug her claws and splayed her toes into the dirt for traction the menacing beast tucked her tail between her legs. Jaws splayed viciously as she aimed to try and latch onto the upper part of his right shoulder. Her red eyes kept locked on him as she tightened her abdomen muscles. Rolling shoulders inward, and scrunching up her scruff to protect vitals. If her jaws were to hit its mark she would severe, she would cut, and try to cause him pain. Something so hideous to those who saw her as a kind lady. Hopefully the boy with her would be able to help, blind the kind, take away something that was precious to him. Anger filled her blackened heart so quickly as she made sure her weight still tried to press against him. Rivaxorus wouldn't let him win; just as she hadn't let her father win in his foolishness. 1/3 Tidus, Rivaxorus v Isar for Maim/Blindness Attack:; Attempting to slam all of her body weight into his side, then snapping her jaws around to latch just above his right shoulder. If she were to hit her mark, she will grind as deep as she can to hinder the movements in his right leg and attempt to cause eminence pain. Defense:; Ears pinned to the back of her head, toes splayed and all four limbs digging into the dirt. Abdomen tightened and tail tucked between her legs. Shoulders rolled in ward, Scruff scrunched to protect vitals. Eyes locked on the enemy. Injuries:; N/A Speech, |