LEAN, MEAN, FIGHTING MACHINE
05-06-2014, 12:05 AM
OOC: Permission given to add rounds/stats
He would summon a good laugh from his chest at the girls enthusiasm. He watched as she set her defenses, choosing to set himself up as well. Oceanic eyes narrowed into cool blue slits, however, still allowing him the visibility of his opponent. Black ears planted themselves neatly atop his crown, toes curled and flexed in the dirt, head lowering over his throat to protect himself as his chin tucked slightly as well. He rolled his shoulders forward, adding a little more protection to the sides of his neck as well as bunched the back of his neck to offer protection there as well. He was new to fighting, having only had to chase off rogues that meant to harm those he came across, but never in an actual fight. They were all cowards, for the moment someone their own size stepped up, they ran. His tail aligned with his spine, to give him added control in movement and direction. Was he ready? He would soon find out. He glanced at her, a grin on his face as he called out to her. "Ready? Here I come!" Without a moments hesitation, he burst forward. Hind legs surging him on in leaps and bounds, angling himself slightly to her left. He would seem to come head on, however, his paws would shift him once the gap closed to a mere few feet, head lowering towards the ground, maw opening as he aimed an attempt to snap lightly at her left center foreleg. He would try to hit low, all the same aiming an attempt to jut his own left shoulder against her lower chest; an attempt to try and push her back or unbalance her. He didn't have too much experience, for his father didn't have the time to teach him due to Lunatik's acting up, however, he would not hold that against him. He would use this opportunity to learn, and hopefully, for his natural fighting instincts if any, to kick in. If his attempts succeeded, he would release. For not only was he inexperienced, but he was afraid of hurting Odette. She was a friend to him, and he feared above all else, of hurting her. Something he didn't want to do. He wondered what she thought of it, but knowing her, she would give it her all. Perhaps he wouldn't feel so hesitant depending on her actions in this spar. Whether his attack succeeded or failed, he would proceed to move forward, using his momentum to sweep past her and attempt to nip at her hind left thigh, perhaps wanting to fluster her. He was built more for speed then strength, and so would try to use it to his advantage. Jinxx Vs Odette For Practice Speech, |