THE SAINTS WE SEE ARE ALL MADE OF GOLD;

"Speech."

The bitch had endured each attack for no reason, and allowed himself to latch onto her scruff. She was stupid to endure his assaults, and it would cripple her later in her short life. She would set her defenses while she was under the hellion's control. He could have easily thrown her, before she made another move, but he used this time well to set his own defenses before the ebony cloaked bitch could make another counter to him. His ears pinned to his ebony crown, as his eyes narrowed to slits, while his muzzle contorted in a snarl. His strong stilts spread and squared his shoulders for more strength should she attempt to push him back. Each digit dug into the cold earth, for a grip, whilst his crown lowered to align with his now raised banner. He tightened his muscles in a brace for another counter, his hackles rising to seem larger, should she misjudge his size, as his knees bent to prevent breakage.

Then she attacked, her bodice lurching to his back hip, quickly enough that he could not find a counter but to let go of the bitch's scruff. Then he heard the snapping of jaws at his thigh, which he replied to by moving the bottom half of his body toward her, hopefully to collide with the bitch's skull and daze her just for long enough to get a few lethal blows in. Even if she wasn't in a daze, the obsidian mass would whirl around, stilts pounding on the hard earth until he would hopefully be in line with the ebony bitch, at her direct right side, before he would unsheathe his fangs and bare them menacingly, crown shooting forth, threatening to grasp her scruff again, but the move would never come, instead he would jump to his own left, and attempt to slam his weight onto the ebony bitch, and his fangs would snap in the direction of her right shoulder, in attempt to hold her in place until he could hopefully drag her down to the ground. She may be clever and strategic, but the hellion was strong and played dirty.

HADES vs. SVANERNA for SPAR

THREE of THREE

DEFENSE

Quote:Ears pinned, eyes narrowed to slits, muzzle contorted, toes in cold earth, head in line with shoulders, tail raised, shoulders squared, muscles tensed, hackles raised, knees bent

OFFENSE

Quote:Moving his rump to try and hit Svanerna's head, hopefully dazing her, faking a bite at Svanerna's scruff, attempting to slam his left side into her right side, and attempting to grab her right shoulder to hold her in place, while he attempts to push her down

INJURIES

Quote:Brusing on ribs, scarring down right foreleg, bruising on left shoulder, sore neck from shaking Svan's scruff, bite on thigh, bruising on back hip