Soundly broken [SPAR]
01-16-2014, 10:37 AM
| Qanik |
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Qanik knew that with the young wolf's weight advantage it would be unwise to allow him to rush her for fear of being knocked off her feet, and the advantage of being nearly half a foot taller would give him extra reach as well. She would need to depend on her experience to pull herself through. As the male charged forward, Qanik readied herself. Partly crouched, ready to spring any direction, with her weight centered and balanced and her toes splayed to grip the ground, she waited and watched with narrowed eyes and ears pinned back until the last second before ducking her head and throwing herself to her left. She had miscalculated the boy's speed and reach though, since his jaws managed to catch on the top of her muzzle even as she spun away, leaving a clean gash across the top of her muzzle and a small - but painful - cut on the top of her sensitive nose. Like many facial wounds, the gash bled profusely despite it's shallow nature, the bright red staining the white of her face in a fearsome manner. She ignored the wound, though the nick on her nose made her eyes water with the sting, and pivoted to face him again. The boy had made as though to stamp on her paw, though her quick leap had taken her out of that harm. She once more bounded to the side, to her right this time to take whatever small advantage his having his left paw out might give her, twisting to pivot again as soon as her forepaws hit the ground, tucking her hindquarters beneath her so as her hindpaws struck the ground right behind her forepaws she could push off powerfully, trying to throw her weight against the juncture of his left foreleg and his ribcage with the intention of throwing him off balance or knocking the wind out of him, at least, though she was hoping to roll him. She put no stock in her ability to roll him, since he outweighed her, so as she pushed herself forward she turned her head to her left, jaws reaching for the side of his neck as high up toward his face as she could reach, snapping together hard in the hopes that she'd caught something, anything she could hold on to, in the process situating herself so that if she hit, her right shoulder would hit first. He may have outweighed her, but the weight of her cobby body was considerable for her height and she hoped that if she could secure a good hold her weight would drag on him enough to slow him down long enough for her to get her hindfeet back underneath herself and get away again. Speech Round: 1/3 Defenses: Weight centered for balance, toes splayed for better grip, crouched, eyes narrowed, ears back. After he attacks, dodges to the left, then back to the right. Attacks: attempts to throw her weight against his left side where the foreleg meets the ribcage, bite to the side of the neck/face with the intention of holding Injuries: shallow gash on her muzzle, small cut on her nose Out Of Character Notes: wooooooooooooo :D |