KO Your Ass

*Hati* · 06-13-2014, 06:41 AM

Hati Hr??vitnisson

The monster had ventured from Arcanum - fled, actually, in something of a huff. The pack, changing hands so swiftly, so without warning. His ignorance of it until the stranger appeared with an entire brood of yearling brats in tow to replace the ones Arcanum had just managed to get rid of. It was infuriating. But Akemi had been there so he'd held himself back, as much as he'd wanted to unleash his distaste upon the newcomers, and now the pent-up fury was bubbling over. He needed to get away.

His steps had taken him here unerringly, the scent of blood drawing him, both feeding and soothing the rage that clawed at him. A call drew him in even further, the call of another seeking to unchain the beast and descend into battle, and the heavy black monster followed the sound. A pale brute, a little younger but similar in size to him with a gaze as gold as his, awaited him there. Something was familiar about the male, and Hati's nostrils quivered as he sought his scent.

His lip curled in disgust. The scent, that pack scent... no wonder he seemed so familiar. He carried the scent of the albino male who had beaten him so thoroughly upon his arrival from Hroovitnir's pack, left him injured and sick for Hati's thrice-damned siblings to find and argue over. No albino, this one, but that pack scent was there, tantalizing him and fanning the flames of his fury.

He slunk forward, heavy body slipping without conscious thought into a fighter's stance. His stance squared and slightly wide for balance, weight evenly distributed between each leg, legs slightly bent in an almost crouch. His muscles with slight tension, ready to move in an instant. His tail and head both held at level of his spine, his head pulled back slightly as his shoulders rolled forward to scrunch up his scruff, his chin tilted to protect his throat. His hackles rose as his ears pinned back to his skull, his eyes narrowed and brow furrowed to provide some protection for his eyes. His toes were spread, nails digging into the earth for balance and traction.

Hati's eyes gleamed with intensity. This then, would be the challenge to make up for his wholly unsatisfying encounter with the trespassers, the last time he'd had anything even approaching a fight. He would waste no time with formalities, no formal back-and-forth before it began. He didn't need to know his opponent's name and lifestory, and he had no wish for the male to know his. Just let it begin.

He made no effort to hide his approach as he came - he would have this fight be a challenge, not an assassination. But there would come no banter, no warning from his jaws past an eager snarl as he abandoned his slow pace to bound forward at a slight angle to Sin, more to Sin's left side than his right. He sought first to impact the front of his chest against Sin's left shoulder, trying to off-balance him even as his jaws flashed immediately toward the left side of Sin's neck, high up just behind his ear, seeking to grip the neck. Hati's left paw hooked around the front of Sin's forelegs, attempting to sweep them toward him in the hopes that he would go down.

Fight Stats (Hati vs Sin - Spar)

Round: 1 of ?

Defenses: stance squared and slightly wide for balance, weight evenly distributed, legs slightly bent, muscles with slight tension, tail and head both held at level of his spine, head pulled back slightly, shoulders rolled forward, chin tilted, hackles raised, ears pinned back, eyes narrowed and brow. toes spread, nails digging into the earth for balance and traction.

Attacks: aiming to strike Sin's left shoulder with his chest, bite aimed at the left side of Sin's neck behind the ear, left foreleg attempting to hook around Sin's forelegs to pull towards him

Injuries: none, first round

Out Of Character Notes: none

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