HORRIBLE SANITY

Successfully she manages to keep Six?s jaws from her neck, which stings and pulses with pain. Alas, she does not crush the woman?s jaw, despite her attack landing just as she intended, and yet she does not linger. Head seeks a different target, a more vital one. Muzzle dips down, jaws releasing the ebony?s woman?s flesh if they had still head any, and head tilting to her own right as she seeks to snake her muzzle beneath Six?s chin and attempting to clench into the woman?s throat. Virgil knows not what she intends; if she intends to attempt to strangle the woman of breath, or if she intends to attempt to tear out her jugular. She supposes that is a bridge she will cross once she arrives at it, but nevertheless she desires to shake her head back and forth, an attempt to damage the area she hopes to sink her jaws into.
Alas, she does not go unscathed. Wicked daggers, which aimed for the flesh wound on her left side neck, found themselves scraping down just behind the bald patch on her left side neck. Due to Virgil?s raised hackles and scrunched neck, the teeth sink moderate punctures this time into her rolls of skin, although no severe damage is done thanks to her defenses.
Alas, she knows she cannot stay like this forever. Right paw moves in an attempt to scrape claws down Six?s left side, hoping to go from the top of her back (hopefully just behind the end of her left leg) to the bottom of her chest. Virgil knows claws have potential to do little damage, but in battle all wounds count. Her left limb begins to sink towards the ground as well, the woman hoping to use her lowering weight and hopeful grip on the ebony woman?s throat to yank Six down with her (COUNTER, DAMAGE FROM SIX?S PUSH FORWARDS PENDING). She hopes this will prevent Six, who is just slightly larger (OOC: it is agreed that virgil is 140 lbs), from pushing her weight forward and into the Olympian. Six?s right paw pushes down on her shoulders, but Virgil is already falling towards earth, and the foot causes moderate bruising and slight scrapes on Virgil?s shoulders. It pushes her further towards the ground, which is her desire at this point.

Defenses never waver; her two hind legs are spread equally, weight evenly distributed, and her paws returning to the ground are prepared to assume such defenses as well. Toes spread, claws biting into the dirt for traction, tail lashing out behind her to account for any balance issues. Hackles raise, shoulders roll, head seeks to stay aligned with her spine, neck scrunched, jaws parted in pursuit of flesh and blood, chin tucked as much as possible, eyes narrowed and ears pin back. This is to be the final move, and she hopes all those watching will take note about what happens to those who dare to challenge Olympains. She does not see loss as an option, not when she is a God, and her opponent is nothing but mortal.

VIRGIL vs. SIX for OLYMPUS
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