D�gmar vs. Hati for Marquis
04-09-2014, 02:48 PM
| Hati Hr??vitnisson |
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It didn't take long for Hati's plans to go awry. The female moved to the right and dropped as they neared one another, causing his shoulder to barely skim the top of hers as his teeth tore through flesh. Already he was relinquishing what little hold he had and attempting to turn, to counteract his own momentum, but it was too little too late as he was jerked to a stop when her much lighter body slammed into him and her teeth caught in his foreleg. He grunted in pain at the impact, feeling the flesh tear under the pressure of her teeth, penetrating to nearly three quarters of an inch deep where her canines punctured his flesh, but with her jaw fastened around his leg her shoulder wasn't able to do as much damage, since her forward movement would need to contend with her grip on his leg as well - though "not as much" was relative, as the blow hurt like hell and he could feel the muscle there knot up. The two wounds together would effect his use of that leg for the duration, he knew. The blow by itself was enough to unbalance him, so when her paw scooped around to pull at bitten leg, he just let her have it, focusing instead on his other three feet. Between the blow to his chest, the grip on his leg, and his own attempt to turn back toward her, he'd ended somewhat perpendicular to her, facing the front her left shoulder at a bit of an angle. His ears were still pinned back, his eyes narrow, his teeth bared and ready. He'd shifted his weight more to the rear to balance against his lifted fore paw, spine arched a little to round himself and give him more power to his movements, his right paw taking the leftover to balance as he slid his paws slightly wider and flexed his toes into the dirt for grip. His tail was still behind him, shifting and whipping to give that extra bit of balance when needed but otherwise neutrally aligned with his spine. His chin tucked down to protect his throat, his pelt bristled and shoulders hunched forward to provide just that much more protection for his spine beneath rolls of skin and fat. So his plan hadn't worked. What the fuck ever, Hati wasn't a planner anyway. Pushing up abruptly with his hindquarters, like a compressed spring suddenly released, attempting to slide his right paw up as he did with the goal of throwing it over her shoulders to grip the smaller female to his chest. His jaws widened, snapping toward the side of her neck where it met her skull, just back from where her jaw hinged. He wanted so badly to get a grip there, amidst the fur and fat she probably had bunched up there for she was obviously no beginner, wanted so badly to squeeze what she thought was protection against her artery there until the pressure caused bloodflow to her brain to stop and she went limp. Gods he wanted that. If she still held her grip on his foreleg, he hoped the move would contort her neck, maybe prevent her from even being able to release it at all to retaliate with her jaws though he was certainly not going to count on that. It would probably hurt him like hell and cause even more damage to the leg but there was no point in being in a fight if you weren't willing to go all in. If she did release it, well... Hati just didn't plan that far ahead. Round: 2/2 Out Of Character Notes: *dies* |
Hati wears a bear skull on his head unless otherwise stated in the post. He also has a ram's skull that might be switched in sometimes if he finds it again.
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