SEVEN NATION ARMY
11-03-2013, 02:51 AM
A burst of force would collide with the oddity?s right blade as she made forceful contact with Rayne?s left shoulder. Thankfully her efforts had resulted in the loss of balance, however it hadn?t dealt the injuries Satis had hoped; an imaginary snarl of displeasure creasing her mind. She pushed on however, feeling her canines make contact with the pale flesh of the woman?s neck and doing all in her power to hold the muscles of her jaws rigid, to worsen any damage that had been cast. However an ever-awkward swipe at the left side of Satis? face would encourage her to realise she had missed her target, the woman quite clearly not feeling the effects of light-headedness; and so rapidly, with the calculations of a trained combatant, narrowed gaze would re-align her bite, and swiftly attempt to withdraw her gnaw, only to target her jaws slightly lower to the under-left side; once again with the ambitions of grasping the jugular or windpipes and holding relentlessly. Defences would quickly regather; limbs square, weight equalizing, spine aligned, tail tucked, abdomen tense, elbows bent, chest slightly lowered, toes splayed, claws digging for traction, shoulders rolled, chin tucked, hackles raised. Luckily the woman?s attempted blow to the face had been angled awkwardly enough for Satis to get by with no more than a graze at the base of her pinned left ear. A drumming; eerie and simultaneously terrifying within its pounding would accompany the wavering stench of prey. For a moment she was utterly confused, fearful of a stampede or something of the likes, but it was no sooner than Rayne lurched her body side-ways(?) that the sudden suggestion of equine foe would rapidly fall upon her. Surely not? However she had little time to think, and whilst she hoped to maintain whatever hold she had achieved, if Satis had missed her previous throat target she would quickly attempt to grasp the left side of Rayne?s scruff in ready jaws, and with a powerful, adrenaline pumped jolt of desperation the youth would attempt to swivel her hinds to the right (towards Rayne) and with the drive of her quarters and core-strength, launch to her left in a desperate attempt to drag Rayne into the path of Obsidian?s attacks; in hope of completely dodging herself. Smaller she was, but Satis was a torpedo; compact, muscled, and fast. Satis vs. Rayne & Obsidian ? Round 2 of 3 For Dominance/KO. Defences: Eyes narrowed, limbs square, weight equalizing, spine aligned, tail tucked, abdomen tense, elbows bent, chest slightly lowered, toes splayed, claws digging for traction, shoulders rolled, chin tucked, hackles raised, ears pinned, jaws ready. Attacks: Holding her bite momentarily to worsen damage to throat. However soon realising Rayne is not feeling the desires effects, Satis attempts to re-aim her successful blow to Rayne?s throat to try and grasp lower under the left hand side, hoping to wrap jaws around the jugular or windpipe and hold in order to cause light-headedness (by means of no oxygen or low blood flow). Then upon the sudden realisation of Obsidians oncoming attack, Satis will hope to keep any attained hold (or re-grasp the scruff if her attack missed), swivel her haunches to the right, and launch in an attempt to drag Rayne into Obsidians path. Injuries: Skin graze beneath left ear, pending damage in regards to Obsidian. Please remember any successful blow from a horse is going to break bones or be fatal, so perhaps be a little lenient on us with PP or whatnot when we have some miss? Taking minimal damage from an equine will be hard, however if she fails in her attempts at moving Rayne I will go from there. |