SEVEN NATION ARMY
10-31-2013, 08:11 PM
Sarak |
Sarak has padded along with Obsidian, stomach twisting with nerves. He had no experience in honorable fighting. Plenty in dirty fighting. What he saw out there, was a lot of dirty fighting on Glaciem?s part. He rolled his shoulders, glancing up at the horse as he came to stop beside her powerful front legs. He wouldn?t want to be on the receiving end of the blows those hooves could deal. His eyes strayed to the fighting, and he froze, eyes narrowing, before a snarl rumbled from his chest. The skeleton. Mister, cozy up to Azalea. So he was an enemy. Excellent. Sarak hadn?t liked him in the first place. Sarak had forced himself to stay healthy, in Azalea?s name. Strong and well fed. But inside, he was sick for pining for her. Why did she go without telling him? He jumped as Obsidian suddenly sprang out with more agility than he would have expected from an animal her size. Then again, he?d seen her race across the plains, and had marveled at the power in her movements. He set his teeth, watching her tear into the wolf that had just come out the victor in a tangle with Cormalin. The aging Beta had lost. He hoped the bitch hurt bad once the horse was done with her. Meanwhile, he had already settled on a target. He didn?t go charging out like a hero. Instead, he slid along the edges of the fight, putting fighting wolves between himself and the mark. Then, Sarak struck like he had been trained to do. No excitement or blood lust clouded his mind, like it had when his mark had been Erani. No. His mind was crystal clear with one goal. Hurt this male like he hurt inside. Make him bleed. So he popped out from behind a pair of fighters, coming in behind Vixe, and slashing his jaws out for the right hind leg, attempting to rip into the Achilles tendon and render that leg useless. Regardless of whether or not the first blow landed, he aimed the same slashing movement at the left leg, before jumping backward and darting around to the male?s left and lunging for his neck, gaping jaws intending to latch onto the side of the brute?s neck and maybe drag him back onto any injury his first attacks may have made, or unbalance him in any case. The skeleton marked male was already injured from a previous fight. And Sarak was fresh, however, he didn?t allow that to make him cocky. Anyone with adrenalin in their veins could fight past serious pain, and sometimes not even realize they were hurt. So he stayed on his toes, quickly releasing any hold he had and leaping backward again, landing into a balanced stance, chin tucked, spine aligning, abdomen tensing, his tail thrusting outward for lighter carriage and mobility as well as balance, while his toes splayed, hind nails flexed for traction, ears pinning and eyes narrowing, while his canines bared themselves. His shoulder rolled forward, and his neck scrunched, front end lowering slightly, preparing for movement. Sarak vs Vixe for Maim?/KO Move: 1 of ? (Depends on if it's being judged.) ---- Defenses: Chin tucked, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, teeth bared, neck scrunched into rolled shoulders, stance balanced and squared, spine aligned, abdomen tensed, tail thrust out for balance and mobility, toes splaying, hind nails flexed to add traction, front end slightly lower in preparation for further movement. Attacks: Three attacks: the first two being directly one after the other. First, coming in from behind, and attempting to slash the right hind leg's Achilles Tendon. Then attempting to slash the left Achilles Tendon. Jump backward (Regardless of either slash landing). Last, he darts around to Vixe's left and lunges at his neck, attempting to fasten his jaws on the side of his neck, and jerk backward, attempting to drag him onto whatever injury may be on Vixe's hind legs (This is only if the tendon attack landed, or merely to pull him off balance. Abrupt release. Injuries: None Extra Notes: I've never actually fought using Sarak, so this is newwwww to me. Are we having this judged, or are all fights being judged now? |