SEVEN NATION ARMY
11-03-2013, 09:26 PM
| Sarak |
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Sarak was pleased to smell the fresh blood on the air, to taste it on his tongue. The crazed skeleton marked male didn?t seem to feel the pain through the adrenaline, smiling at him. The words the male spat at him in mocking venom were met with an answering grin. ?And you have lost your mind and charm, I see.? Paws took him in an easy circle, mirroring the opponent. As the male began speaking, Sarak?s head tilted. ?Funny. Because your eyes don?t say those words are true. And I can?t see Azalea laying with anyone so pathetic by her own will.? Voice was a purr, followed by a quick scoff. And as for ?everyone? else, isn?t your pack made up of females. Including yourself?? A sharp barb thrust at the male?s masculinity. His senses were alert, and he knew from the scent that accosted his nose, that Azalea?s father was there. And closing in. The next words from the opponent?s maw were followed by the launch of the male?s attack. As Vixe charged toward him, he saw Collision bearing down on the skeletal male?s right shoulder. So, instead of being an idiot and trying to take the full on clash from the male, Sarak dropped low on balanced and squared legs and lunged to the injured side of his opponent (Vixe?s left), body still low to the ground. As Vixe loomed over his now diminished height, Sarak lunged in at the left front leg, attempting to wrap his jaws around the leg while attempting to bounce his hind end around toward Vixe?s left side. He felt jaws fasten around his scruff, digging in, ripping away a five inch strip of fur and flesh, leaving a bleeding gash behind as his weight jerked him free. Sarak, should he have managed to grab onto Vixe?s leg, dropped his hind end to the ground, while his front legs shoved his front end upward, effectively setting the breaks to any momentum on his end. If he had gained a hold on Vixe?s leg, this could have the possibility of dragging the male off balance, or at worst damaging the leg and sending the male to the ground. If he had not gained the hold, he would instead drive himself at Vixe?s injured shoulder (Left Shoulder), and attempt to worsen the injuries already there. He had lost track of Collision, but Caerul was there too, attempting to get at Vixe?s hind end. Whether or not he had landed any of his attacks, Sarak would put a bit of distance between himself and the foe, leaping left and releasing any hold with a violent ripping motion of his jaws and skull, hopefully dealing heavy damage if one of the attacks did land, such as ripping away flesh. The words Vixe had been spewing weren?t allowed to settle in his mind. Azalea may not have wanted full commitment, but she wasn?t the kind of girl to let an enemy have his way with her. Would he take her back? In a heartbeat. It didn?t matter. He loved her with all he had in him, and he refused to believe the male he fought. He retreated a few feet, circling around at a swift run to come up behind the male with Caerul, darting in and aiming a slash of his jaws at Vixe?s left hind leg, hoping to damage it. With his tail thrusting out as a rudder, aligning with his spine, he folded his ears back, his shoulders rolling forward into a bleeding, scrunched neck, injured scruff rolling up to protect his neck. Legs squared into a balanced stride, eyes narrowing as he made his lunge. This time, if his bite landed, he wouldn?t let go, instead putting on his brakes and driving backward on stilted legs, front paws splayed apart for balance, hind legs set underneath his haunches, tail dropping to the ground in a balancing act as he would attempt to pull Vixe further off balance, and drive his mind that final step over the edge. ---- Defenses: Attacks: Insults at the beginning (Do those really count as attacks?) Lunging to Vixe's left, Sarak lunged in at the left front leg, attempting to wrap his jaws around the leg while attempting to bounce his hind end around toward Vixe?s left side, and dropping his hind end to the ground while thrusting his front end upwards and (If his attack on the leg landed) attempting to damage Vixe's left front leg. If the bite does not land, then he will attempt to bite into Vixe's left shoulder's injuries and worsen them, before "Whether or not he had landed any of his attacks, Sarak would put a bit of distance between himself and the foe, leaping left and releasing any hold with a violent ripping motion of his jaws and skull, hopefully dealing heavy damage if one of the attacks did land, such as ripping away flesh. Thirdly darting away and coming in behind Vixe and attempting to damage the left hind leg, wherever his jaws land. If he attains the hold, he will put on his brakes and attempt to pull Vixe off balance. And possibly make him snap completely. Injuries: Deep open wound in the scruff, bleeding freely. Will hurt like hell later. Extra Notes: Hope everyone can understand and see this in their mind. |