The Westerner [Practice Spar]

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Codeine snorted, he was no whelp and this bastard was going to see that. Lips would raise in a snarl, and the yearling would tighten his defenses. His were eyes narrowed, ears pinned, and chin tucked as he awaited the other brute's movements. Breathe in, breathe out, the adrenaline would rush but the young male would do his best to keep his wits about him. Although he was brash, too bold with his lack of experience, he was smart enough to know that he was not going to overpower this male with his strength alone. His stomach was tense, his shoulders rolled and his tail tucked behind him, and his hackles raised along his neck and spine, the fur sticking out and making the male look bigger than he actually was. His body remained lowered, and he would wait for the right time to spring, all of the power in his positioning and squared back legs awaited in coiled muscle.


As the other brute moved to throw himself forward, it was then that Codeine would react. The other's left shoulder would be thrown his way as he came at him with more force than Codeine could completely counter, and with a snarl the yearling would spring forward a step and try and launch himself upward, springing his lowered body up toward his opponent where his chest would collide painfully with the other's left shoulder. The pain flared, and the bruising to the area pounded beneath his chest - but the adrenaline rushed along with the anger in the younger lupine's blood, minimizing the effects for now. The smaller male's front legs would attempt to wrap around the other's neck, his left paw attempting to achieve a hold on the larger wolf by trying to wrap around the right side of his opponent's neck and spine up near his head, and his right would be considerably lower on the other side should his attempts succeed, more near his shoulder - in order to keep himself up against his larger enemy. His now gaping jaws would try to snap at the other's throat his head angled to his left to try and get a better grip and further his reach while hopefully keeping most of his face from being easily accessible to his opponent. Hopefully he was quick enough with his attack to use the other's weight and positioning against him - since he was coming down, Codeine hoped that his jaws would dig into the other's neck further and injure him enough to end this fight quickly.


He would be moved backward by the other's launch forward, and his tail swept back and forth behind him to try and keep himself balanced. His back legs would hold up his weight the best they could but his splayed toes would drag along the ground, and his stomach would remain tense. His muzzle was lifted into a snarl, anger and frustration flaring to life as the fight truly started. If anything was clear from the young male's first movements, it was that Codeine didn't know how to fight, how to spar with strategy and tact - only how to go in for the kill - and he was willing to test his speed to try and do it, even if his opponent was larger than he was.


defenses: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, chin tucked, stomach tense, shoulders rolled, tail tucked, hackles raised, body lowered to spring, back legs squared, toes splayed and digging into ground, jaws agape, muscles tense/coiled, muzzle wrinkled

attacks: Throwing himself up at Sin, attempting to further the bruising to the other's shoulder with his chest. attempting to bite into Sin's throat. claws being used to dig into the other's scruff and hopefully keep him further latched onto his opponent.

injuries: bruising to his chest, damage pending to leg(?) (he wouldn't be able to reach it if Codeine managed to grip his throat)
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