BITCH IM ALIVE, THE DEVIL IS A LIE
There was a satisfying taste of blood as her jaws met their mark. Even with the victory her defenses remained tightly in space, eyes narrowed, glowing with rage, audits lay flat against her skull, hackles remained lifted, along with her shoulders rolled forward. Her tail remained straight with her spine, acting as a rudder. Her crown remained level with her spine, if not slightly lower due to her grip on his leg. Her chin remained tucked to protect her vitals. The boy would lift himself, his right leg land successfully across her shoulders and his weight shifting as he lifts himself higher than herself, his claws would connect with her flesh but were far to dull to cause much harm. Just as her jaws connected with his leg, pain would sear across her neck as his fangs punctured the skin. With her hackles lifted, and her shoulders rolled forward, he would grab nothing but fur and fat, but she would feel him flexing his jaws, digging deeper, toward her spine. Slowly her vision began to turn red around the edges, adrenaline spiking her system once more. The woman would shift her weight onto her hind limbs, still keeping herself firmly planted before thrusting herself into him. With his one leg across her shoulders and the other within her jaws, she wants to knock him over, even if it was just his upper body that went down, or at least off balance enough for him to loosen his grip on her neck. She wanted him to stumble, even go down, she was willing to risk the shredding of her own flesh for his fall. Simultaneously, she would arch her back and shoulders, wanting to shove more fur and fat into his mouth in an attempt to gag him, lifting herself with her front downs to get higher up. For the moment she was thankful for her thick pelt. While she pushed forward, jaws would flex against his leg, wanting to shred through the muscles within his leg. For now she would rely on his possible down fall or loss of balance before removing her jaws from his leg. She wanted his jaws away from the vitals along her spine. CATALEYA vs NEIOS for CLAIMING: Round 2/2
ATTACKS: She would thrust her weight into him, wanting to use his lift leg against him. She will keep her jaws locked on his leg, flexing them to shred the muscle. She will arch her back and shoulders, wanting to push more fur and fat into his jaws in an attempt to gag him.
DEFENSES: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles lifted, shoulders rolled forward, tail flagged, legs spread and bent for balance and lower center of gravity, toes spread, claws digging into the ground, abdominal muscles tightened, skull even with spine (if not slightly lower with her grip on his leg), chin tucked.
INJURIES: Bite wound to the neck, not life threatening for now with her defenses in place.
OOC: Thank you for the diargrams, they are very helpful:) I'd like to keep Cat alive if possible tooXD |