KO Your Ass
06-22-2014, 04:18 PM
| Sin Armada |
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The fight would rage on, and who the victor would be was still undetermined. Sin cared not for a win or a loss, for he was merely testing the skills of an adversary. Kudos, to the male should he defeat him today. And should the darker male lose, then Sin would walk away with head and tail held high. Teeth would collide with the other, though not attaining the grip he had hoped for. Instead, incisors slid along the exterior of his opponents skin, but it was not in vain. The taste of blood would fuel the sinner, drops teasing upon his tongue. It would stain his muzzle ever more, but it would only fuel him further. His attempt at gripping the other with his forelegs would seem to succeed. It was in this motion that the male would readjust his own defenses; eyes remained narrowed, muzzle wrinkled, hackles rising along his body, hind legs would stand apart and square; to brace him for anything forthcoming. He would keep a tight grip around Hati's neck, ears folded back, scruff bunched as his chin was tucked as much as was possible. Shoulders rolled forward, abdomen tenses, his tail aligned with his spine as it waved back and forth like a banner, hind toes splayed for balance and traction. Front claws would curl inwards, an attempt to cause some discomfort and scratching upon the hind of his opponents head. Sin prided himself in his claws, for he always kept them sharpened like the wildcats of the world. Something he picked up and learned in his life. Narrowed ambers would watch his opponent strive for his left side, where his neck and shoulder would meet. With a growling hiss, Sin would twist his right shoulder inwards while pushing upwards to bring their bodies closer. If not to smother him with his body, attempting to thwart his opponents attempt. Hati's teeth would close on his lower center chest, drawing some blood and minor lacerations that would run across his chest about two-three inches deep. Sin would snarl, feeling his opponent shifting himself and it was clear to the devil what he was trying to do. With bared teeth, the beast would strive forward once again, jaws unhinged and wide as head snaked forward in an attempt to grasp behind Hati's head; just behind his skull and left ear. If successful, he would try to keep a hold, and possibly even try to control Hati's head if not force his opponent to break away to regain some distance. Sin was never discouraged, and he reveled in the feeling of pain and the scent of blood. Sharp frontal claws would try to keep him close and scratch more, if only to annoy his opponent. Round: 2/3 Defenses: 2nd paragraph Attacks/counters: Sin would twist his right shoulder inwards while pushing upwards to bring their bodies closer. If not to smother him with his body, attempting to thwart his opponents attempt. With bared teeth, the beast would strive forward once again, jaws unhinged and wide as head snaked forward in an attempt to grasp behind Hati's head; just behind his skull and left ear. If successful, he would try to keep a hold, and possibly even try to control Hati's head if not force his opponent to break away to regain some distance. Injuries: minor lacerations 2-3 inches deep. Out Of Character Notes: PM this account if you need anything. |
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