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Drashiel's ears pricked forward. "Son of Argent the Sight-Stealer? It's an honor. I look forward to this match." As Raw went about setting his defense Drashiel set his. Cool gray hackles laced down his back as peridot eyes narrowed. His rust-colored ears pinned tightly to his dusky crown as his sturdy legs spread evenly apart, the limbs coiling, drawing his center of gravity down as his abdomen tensed. Toes spread, claws digging into earth as his head and tail aligned smoothly with his spine. Powerful shoulders rolled forward as he scrunched his neck back, pushing fur and fat up over his vitals. Chin tucked as his jaws parted, ready for the spar to begin. He looked forward to fighting the son of Argent as well as a larger opponent. This would test his skills indeed.


Raw launched himself forward and as he pivoted to the right Drashiel would pivot to his left seeking to keep his opponent headon. Bracing for the collision he exhaled quickly as Raw's right shoulder collided into his chest, pushing him back and sending a bolt of pain ricocheting through his skull. His exhaled breath however made it easier to inhale in a gasp to recover his breath. Raw's fangs snapped forward tearing into Drashiel's right cheek, leaving two horizontal cuts about two inches long in his flesh. However, the attack failed to gain a hold as Drashiel had ducked his head down his whole body lowering and tightening like a spring before unfurling in a violent leap forward and up, jaws aiming to seize his opponents throat just below the corners of the jaw. Head tilting to the right as top fangs sought purchase on the left side of Raw's neck, bottom fangs seeking to land on the right. Drashiel hoped to gain a solid hold and disrupt the air flow to Raw's lungs. As he lunged his forelimbs lifted, seeking to wrap around the other boy's lower neck, right in front of the russet's shoulder blades in an attempt to pull Raw into his jaws and perhaps steady himself.



Drashiel vs Raw

For Spar

Round: 1 of 2


Attack: Launching himself forward and up seeking to grab a hold around Raw's throat just below the corner of his jaws. At the same time lifting both his forelimbs in an attempt to wrap them around the base of Raws neck just in front of his shoulders.


Defenses: Hackles raised | eyes narrowed | ears pinned | legs spread evenly apart | weight equally distributed across her legs | limbs coiled | center of gravity lowered | toes spread | claws digging into the ground | tail streaming out behind her for balance | shoulders rolled forward | neck scrunched back | chin tucked | jaws parted and at the ready


Injuries:
severe bruising to chest, minor horizontal lacerations across his right cheek about two inches long.



ooc: pm me if you need any clarification. I'm doing this under the influence of nyquil so I totally understand if I goofed up something in this xD


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