Nothing Says Bonding like Blood
12-30-2013, 08:02 PM
Wretches and kings we come for you Aros quickly realized that Impra was not done with his muzzle just yet. Her second attack was luckier than the first, and instead of grazing his muzzle, she clamped down on it, hard. His growl was muffled by his pinned jaws, and he felt her fangs break the skin, tasted the salty blood in his mouth. Just as she the bite landed though, so did his kick. The fae was flung off of him, and seemed to try and take his jowls with him. The grasp dragged, worsening the sting of her bite. He was free though, and quickly rolled back to his feet. The male would drop back into his stance: feet braced, tail aligned with the rest of his body, toes braced for balance, his ears pinned. He was losing strength rapidly, and he sensed that perhaps she was as well. He only had one more attack left in him, but she was ready for him yet again. His only hope that, as she was reeling, he could land a hit. Aros would charge the fae, suddenly, as if he made to retry his first attack. As if I would be so foolish, he thought sardonically. At the last moment he pulled up his feint, dropped his haunches, and used his forward momentum to put force behind a paw swiping straight for the larger fae's muzzle. If he would be so marred, she should bear the like. All the while he kept his neck down, and his ears pinned, wary of a sudden counter. He hoped that she would be slowed by his kick, and that perhaps this could be his chance to strike back. AROS vs. IMPRA for Practice Round Three of Three "Talk" Think |
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