HEAR ME ROAR

The aim on her scruff had been successful, and the metallic taste of blood would pool in his mouth as he tore back the flesh. It could very well cause scarring there, but such could be a risk in a spar. The key was to avoid anything crippling and permanent damage like a maim would cause. The brute and fae would then find themselves facing each other, her hold on him released. His chest hurt a bit more as well -- he had pushed himself into his opponents jaws after all. The first round had been done, and both had drawn blood from each other. Round two was beginning, and there was only a fraction of time to get ready.

Lips were curled back, the woman?s blood staining his fangs. This would help protect his cheeks, as he had picked up from when she had set her own defenses. Ears pinned, and eyes narrowed, were defenses set from his previous moments. Somewhere right as his move finished his shoulders had been rolled back forward as well. His brow remained furrowed, though now partially with pain. He was still looming over her some, legs spread at a widened stance upon the ground, weight distributed between them as best he could manage. Knees bent slightly, ready for reaction, with core being re-tightened in preparation of what was to come. Tail would lift to realign with his spine, meeting the risen hackles of his fur.

He was aiming to lower his head, to align it back with his spine, as the woman shot into her next move. Had he not been moving to tip his chin forward as well she might have smashed directly into it, though Galahad would not be able to avoid such a close range attack. Especially while he was still righting himself after his shake on her scruff. The woman?s skull would hit Galahad?s throat with enough force that, even with it slightly protected, it made his breath catch, stunning him for a moment. Pain flared up there as well, and bruising was sure to occur, even if it was more minor it would still be a pain to deal with later.

Then she was dropping down as he was catching his breath back. Galahad would awkwardly scramble back, lowering his head back down towards his body. Then he felt the sharp sting of a second attack. She latched on to flesh, that sensitive flesh of his right hind thigh, though naturally he would worry about something else with her being in that area under him. Too close to something else too easily bitten off. The smell of blood, his and hers, mingled in his nose as he made his counter. First a sharp and quick bite, somewhere between a medium and small one, not seeking any hold, was aimed for her right hip. While he did this his left forepaw would come up, moving in a fluid movement to aim a stomp down upon the back toes of her right paw. Then, in a last move, he would attempt to throw some of his weight downward, on top of her. The weight fell more the the right to start, but the aim was clear enough -- a body slam to pin her beneath his body.




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Rounds: One || Two || Three
Attacks:: Attempted Medium-Small Bite To Nephele?s Right Hip || Left Fore-Paw Aimed To Stomp On The Back Toes Of Her Right Paw || Aimed Body Slam, Starting With The Weight Falling More To The Right
Defenses:: Ears Pinned, Eyes Narrowed, Brow Furrowed, Head Lowered Some, Chin Tipped Forward Some, Shoulders Rolled Forward, Hackles Raised, Tail Raised And Aligned With His Spine || Legs Spread Evenly Apart With Weight Distributed, Knees Bent {Centered Balance}, Tightened Core
Injuries:: Bruising To Front Of His Left Shoulder / Edge Of The Left Side Of His Chest || Moderate Bite Wound To Left Side Of His Chest, Slight Tearing And Deeper Punctures Do To His Counter Attack ;;; Bruising To His Throat {Slightly More Minor Due To Attempted Defenses Being Set Before Impact}
Notes:: Same note as before lovely. xD Sorry on the little bit of a wait.

"Speech."