Bleeding out for you
02-12-2014, 07:36 PM
| Qanik |
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An answer came to her call, the bellowing roar of a beast larger than herself, and Qanik's white jaws parted in a savage grin. Good, a challenge was what she needed this day. This vicious feeling, born of a perceived betrayal, was most unlike her, but Qanik would save the guilt and horror of it for later. Now all she cared about was reveling in it, using it for all it was worth. She marked where the reply had come from, and launched herself into a sprint, oversized paws carrying her swiftly over the bloody land. There, the big black brute padding toward her, pelt bristled and ready for battle. He was the caller who had so expressed a longing to fight her. Nearly half a foot taller than her, and considerably heavier despite her own stocky build. Not quite a behemoth but enough so for her. Normally, in the interests of fair play, she would stop, speak with him, make sure she knew what he was expecting and vis versa, but Qanik had pushed herself momentarily beyond that. Blood now, guilt later. Without breaking stride or speed, with no time wasted in talk, a needless venture when they had both made their positions clear, she threw herself at the wolf. Straight toward him, head to head, with her pelt bristled to confuse the eye as to where her flesh was, ears pinned and eyes narrowed to protect them from slashing teeth - her weight evenly balanced as her paws flashed forward and back, carrying her rapidly on, her body kept low to lower her center of gravity for balance. Even as she came upon him, she made no move to stop. At the last moment she turned her right shoulder toward him, aiming toward where his own right shoulder met his chest, hoping to injure ligaments and muscles with the force of momentum if not dislocate it completely, perhaps to knock him from his feet though with the size difference it was unlikely. As she did her neck would arch, the skin and fur bunching over her neck to protect it even as she twisted her head to her right, jaws open wide as she snapped out, trying to secure a hold on his side, muscles tensed and ready to whip her muzzle back to the left, to tear, were her teeth to meet flesh. Speech Round: 1 of 2 Defenses: ears back, eyes narrowed, pelt bristling, weight evenly balanced, skin and fur bunched over her neck, body lowered for balance Attacks: right shoulder jutting forward as she attempts to smash into his chest where his right shoulder meets his chest, aiming a bite for his side, if she gets a grip she will whip her head back to the side for tearing damage Injuries: none, first round Out Of Character Notes: sorry, I did say it would be a quick and mean spar! Qanik has some issues to work out. o.o |
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