The Westerner [Practice Spar]
12-14-2013, 05:12 PM
| Sin Armada |
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His call would not take long to be answered. Within minutes, a white boy younger then he would step into his arena. The fire of battle lit in his eyes, and even though he sought this day for practice, the thoughts of victory were well underway. He was curious as to who would win this fight as sharpened claws scraped the rock face where he stood. A twisted smirk marked his features, amber eyes sizing up his opponent. He was hardly something to look upon, quite plain and small. Compared so Sin, he was a common opponent. Shorter then he and not as intricately painted, however, he would still take him on. The glare of a rattlesnake seemed to emanate from his own amber orbs, noting that the creature below him was barely out of his pup years. Or so it seemed, judging by the size and the way the novice spoke to him. "I take you are to be my opponent then? Hardly a match, however, you might surprise me. Let's see what you've got, welp!" With those words in place, his ears fell back to pin against his head. Hackles rose along his body, shoulders rolled forward as he prepared for his move, claws scraping the earth underneath him in a readying manner. Eyes narrowed on his opponent, tail aligning with his spine as his head lowered, teeth bared in a snarling grin, the movement causing his muzzle to wrinkle in an even fiercer appearance. From the rolling motion of his shoulders, his scruff bunched upon the top of his neck, chin tilted downwards as he squared his weight evenly on spread legs. He was ready to make the move, not wanting to waste any time. He was eager to find what skills had been perfected and which needed improvement. And what better way then to fight another? The moment he set himself, and without waiting he launched himself off his rock straight towards the other male. He wasn't that much higher from the ground then his opponent, but enough where he was like a flying projectile. His hind legs shot him off the brink of the boulder, his left shoulder aiming to slam into his opponents upper chest, an attempt that would perhaps wind him and/or knock him back. If he was successful, then Sin would continue to keep his balance on his toes, weight even and his toes would come to splayed motions and claws digging into the earth. The attempt at shoulder to chest connection would probably leave the pair bruised, but it all depended on how his opponent reacted. Sin, however, was not worried about bruises or any other sort of injury. Once his secondary motion of defense was set, he would strive forward, head remaining low and attempt to bite at the boy's left foreleg, just above where the elbow was to try and immobilize him; to keep him from moving around too much. He knew that it would leave the back of his neck and shoulders exposed, however, it would be more likely that the boy would bite into fatty folds of flesh and fur. Something Sin was willing to compromise. Round: 1/3 Defenses: First set:Ears pinned, eyes narrowed, hackles raised, shoulders rolled forward, tail aligned with his spine, head lowered, chin tucked, teeth bared, scruff bunched, weight evenly spread.//Second set: Sin would continue to keep his balance on his toes, weight even and his toes would come to splayed motions and claws digging into the earth. Attacks: Attempt to slam left shoulder into the upper chest in an attempt to wind and/or knock his opponent back. He will then try to bite his opponent's left foreleg, just above the elbow in an attempt to immobilize. Injuries: None; First Round. Out Of Character Notes: I look forward to this spar, it has been quite a long time since I've done one, so pardon if there is anything unclear or confusing. |
