SEVEN NATION ARMY

*Isardis* · 11-25-2013, 05:36 AM

It would be moments after he noticed his daughters downfall that the monster would usher himself forwards to answer the challenge for Sarak?s claim. Satis was brave, her size small in comparison to the red beast, and yet she seemed unfazed. It was her first defeat, however Isardis would not be allowed the time to ponder her reactions as cunning gaze would strive to watch Syrinx within his hasty approach. Such a grotesque thing he was, no more than an oversized clutter of bulk and bone; his face disfigured and his appeal painfully low. Isardis would feed from a brittle sense of pride, defences held in place as an assault seemed so rapidly upon him; eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws unhinging, balance distributed equally as limbs would square, chin tucked to protect the vital jugular, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, toes splayed as nails would grip for traction, hackles bristling, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest lowered.

The brawly red would approach head-on, his left shoulder shoulder jutting as Isardis would recognize the force of the attack to come. However he would not cower, compact damage was the least of his problems as he ensured his balance was square; Syrinx? left blade coming to force itself into the flesh and muscle of his strength-encumbered leftwards chest. A vicious ripping would spoil his previously eerie sense of void, in sudden reaction to the bruising created, the adrenaline of battle building within his core as his opponent seemed to land jaws painfully against the upper blade of his left shoulder; teeth sinking downwards and towards the structures of the shoulder, as extreme muscle trauma seemed avoided only by his aim towards the shielding bone. He hadn?t noticed the man?s lameness until it seemed he would send a blind attempt at casting his right forelimb towards The King, exactly where was a mystery as Isardis felt it barely skim down the outside of his left forelimb.

With a narrow window of opportunity Isardis would rapidly send his left forelimb reaching towards Syrinx?s own left foreleg, aiming to swipe around the inside of the ankle and jerk it towards him before quickly replacing his own paw to the earth. With his opponents right leg unsteady, he hoped to completely throw his balance forwards with the attempt at ungrounding the left also. Then, in a chained event of duo-action, the coral ghoul would snake his head forwards, leftwards and twist it again to the left as he would strive to sink his canines into the spinal district directly behind his shoulder blades; aiming to injure the muscles that loitered beneath the surface, and send Syrinx?s chances of a win plummeting downward. However, virtually in the same moment Isardis would push forwards from his hinds, the muscles coiled as much as was possible in their close proximities, shoulder blade jutting in an effort to primarily cause potential discomfort and strain to Syrinx? clasping jaws (and to force his chin and crest sharply back towards his own body), but also to force his own weight into the creatures left chest. Such an attack may have seemed unlikely, however if the beast had managed to cause a loss of balance, something so simple could have been a lonesome decider. The man would re-equal his weight regardless of success.
Isardis vs. Syrinx ? Round 1 of 2!

For Sarak.

Attacks: Reaching with left forepaw to swipe against the inside of Syrinx?s left ankle and pull towards him, attempted bite at the spinal muscles behind the shoulder blade, jutting his injured left shoulder forwards and pushing towards Syrinx?s left chest; hoping to cause discomfort to his biting jaws and force his chin sharply back in towards his own throat and/or to simple stagger his weight more-so.

Attacks: Moderate bite wound to left upper shoulder, mild bruising to chest, no injury sustained from the leg swipe as it wasn?t specified where it was aimed for.

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