Burning Bridges

Defenses remained set; legs spread equally apart, weight evenly distributed, limbs bent, body lowered, toes spread, claws biting into the soil, tail lashing out behind her, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, head lowered to align with her spine, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws parted, eyes narrowed and ears pinned back. Muscles tensed in preparation, although not too tense as to prevent fluid movement. Fiery gaze settled upon the ivory woman, prepared for movement whenever the white woman would provide it.

When Alena charged, Virgil would not remain stationary. She had a size and weight advantage here; she would need to use it if she desired to win. Her muscles enjoyed the sensation of use; it had been far too long since the golden warrior had experienced any sort of fight. Due to this movement, Virgil?s right side throat was protected from Alena?s jaws. However, this did not excuse her left side neck. Alena?s mouth would grasp a mouthful of fur and rolled skin (on account of Virgil?s neck being scrunched), obtaining a grip for the briefest of moments before Virgil?s own forward momentum ripped her own flesh off. The golden warrioress would be left with a missing chunk fur and flesh in the left side of her own neck, moderate in size. A low growl of pain left her, although she worried over it little.

She was not deterred from her desires. Virgil?s left shoulder sought to collide to her own left of Alena?s left shoulder (just inside the chest portion, for shoulder to shoulder contact was not a wise idea). At the same time, the golden warrior?s front left foot hoped to stamp down upon Alena?s front left foot, hoping to pin the appendage and perhaps create stress upon the bones. Virgil?s foot moved in a grinding motion, desiring to dig ragged claws upon the foot?s flesh, for although this lacked the capability of delivering deep puncturing wounds, any potential damage delivered was worth it. At the same time as her attempted shoulder strike, Virgil?s head turned to her own left, jaws hopefully lunging for the base of Alena?s neck (just in front of the area labeled scapila). She wished to sink her teeth into the flesh, fangs desiring to delve deep enough so that she might obtain a grip. Her head was attempting to shake moderately, hoping to tear into skin.
After all, the goal wasn?t to severely damage the woman. They were pack mates, after all. The goal was to tire her out, to wear her down, to put on a show for her alpha dearest. Watch closely, this is where the empire starts.

VIRGIL vs. ALENA for SECONDARY
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