Nothing Says Bonding like Blood
12-30-2013, 05:22 PM
Wretches and kings we come for you Aros felt more than disadvantaged from his current position, and panic began to well up in his chest. He could not loose to this wench, even one as finely bred as the Princess Impra. It was simply not an option. He thought quickly, and knew how he could get the upper hand once again. As he lunged for her leg, Aros found that his teeth managed only to graze the fae's limb before her own quick reflexes shot out to block him. Her ivory teeth glimmered in the corner of his eye, narrowly missing his muzzle, and he locked his gaze with hers in the intent of holding it there. He hoped to have her sufficiently distracted. With all the speed his small frame provided him, and with all the force of the muscle that corded his body, Aros would attempt to kick upwards into the soft space of Impra's gut. The ribs could only protect one so far, but below that would only be soft flesh. With the fae's momentum driving forwards with a bite, her center of gravity would shift in the same direction, weakening the stability of her hindquarters. He knew that even weak contact would likely drive the breath from her, and at best the impact would weaken her muscles for at least a few moments. While stunned, rolling her onto her back as grasping her neck would be short work, if only he could land this hit perfectly. AROS vs. IMPRA for Practice. Round Two "Talk" Think |