One time chance
03-17-2014, 10:45 PM
Just as the pale man would agree to the terms, a sickening familiar scent would invade her nostrils. She did not have to look to see who it was. She had no idea what he was doing here or what he wanted. There was no time to dwell on her fathers intentions for the pale man was rushing towards her, closing the gap. All her defenses remained intact, her eyes narrowed, ears pinned against her russet crown, her hackles lifted higher by the mere presence of the albino King, her shoulders remained scrunched, adding additional fat and protection to her throat. Her legs remained spread and bent at the knee for balance, her abdomen tightened, preparing for his impact. Toes remained spread, claws digging into the earth. And most importantly, her chin remain tucked against her throat. She would watch as he approached, his strides quickly closing the distance. At the last moment he would veer to her left (his right), his body curving, jaws parting to aim at the side of her neck. A low growl vibrated in her chest, spilling from her jaws. Lips curled back in a snarl, her own jaws unhinging. Hind legs would uncoil, propelling her forward to meet the pale brute head on. She would allow herself to mimic his movement, curving her own neck in an attempt to grab a hold of the left side (front her POV) of his neck. His right limb would miss its target of landing across her back, and because of her charge to meet him, his left limb would land between her front legs, causing their shoulder blades to possibly collide with each others chests. Her shoulder would burn with pain as his jaws hit just below their intended target. If her jaws successfully land on his neck, then her right paw will rise, her weight shifting mostly to her back legs, which will spread to keep her stable, and she will attempt for her leg to fall just behind his shoulder blades, her intentions to keep him close. She could only hope that her attacks will land successfully, and that her mimicking behavior would confuse him, even if just for a moment. It was a tactic she never tried before, but what better time than now? Gone from her mind was her fathers looming presence, her focus solely on the pale brute before her. SIBELLE vs BALDUR for PRACTICE: Round 2/3 ATTACKS: She is aiming to mimic his movements in an attempt to confuse him, grab a hold of his neck in a similar position, and lift her own right paw to bring it down across just behind his shoulders
DEFENSES: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles lifted, shoulders scrunched, tail flagged to act as a rudder and additional balance, limbs spread and bent for better balance and lower center of gravity, chin tucked against her throat, toes spread, claws digging into the ground for traction, abdominal muscles tight. During Attack: all the above defenses still in place, but if her bite lands, then her hind legs will spread an inch or so wider to better stabilize herself on three legs.
INJURIES: bruised chest (if her attack is successful), bite wound to the left side of her neck slightly lower than where he intended |
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