Take me home tonight!
07-25-2014, 02:32 PM
Ritsuka would give a nod as Gossamir answered, feeling excitement spread through him at this. ?Hold back? I think you?d know if I?d did; And I?m pretty sure you?d never let me forget it.? He would grin at his own answer. The small fae was full of fire -- no, he?d have to give his all to keep up with her. As Gossamir began to set up her own defenses it became his job to focus on his own, to protect him in the upcoming fight. They weren?t going for serious blows, but getting in the habit of such things was always a good idea.
Ears would lower to his head, flattening against his skull. His brow furrowed, lips pulling back in a slight battle-ready snarl. Eyes would narrow, head lowering to align with his spine. His chin would tip forward, the fat upon his neck being bunched up to give added protection from bites. Suka would roll his shoulders forward, stance widened slightly and weight evenly distributed among all four legs. His knees were bent, claws gripping the earth beneath his paws. Tail raised, aligning with his spine, as he raised his hackles, giving him a slightly larger look than his usual thirty-one inches of height. He tightened his core, steadying his breathing as he waited for Gossamir to make the first move.
The young fae would spring forward, making her move. She would attack straight on - a bold and sometimes dangerous move in a fight with foes. But perhaps she thought of the fact that this was just a spar, and that he would not aim to permanently damage her. Still, he would not hold back. Not just because Gossamir asked him too either. He had a promise to fulfill... And that wasn?t going to change. He would start his own move, his counter, before he was entirely sure what she would do. It was a chance he was willing to take.
Ritsuka would surge forward as well, aiming for a direct slam upon the smaller fae. Using his body like a battering ram could do some damage, should any slams be successful, without having to worry about tremendous injury. Head would lower, the brute unhinging his jaws in preparation for a bite. But what happened instead was Gossamir?s own attack meeting his jaws, fangs gabbing the top part of his muzzle and gaining some puncture wounds. It was a hold that was still firm enough, however. He had slowed in his slam, a reaction from their collision, and now instinctively sidestepped to the right.
As he did so, however he would feel Gossamir?s right paw slide past his shoulder. He would try and push forward again, though throwing himself into her jaws could very well injure himself further. It was a risk, but not one that he was unwilling to take. He would try and push her back, his right front paw leading. As he lifted it, however, Gossmair?s right paw would sweep behind it, causing the male to be dragged forward slightly by the blow. With any luck he would stumble directly into her, and, perhaps, gain some edge on the second round. His left forepaw splayed forward in some hope of smashing down upon her right forepaw.
Ritsuka vs Gossamir for Spar
Round: 1/2
Notes: Way too lazy to do stat stuff right now, sorry Luns. XD
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Ears would lower to his head, flattening against his skull. His brow furrowed, lips pulling back in a slight battle-ready snarl. Eyes would narrow, head lowering to align with his spine. His chin would tip forward, the fat upon his neck being bunched up to give added protection from bites. Suka would roll his shoulders forward, stance widened slightly and weight evenly distributed among all four legs. His knees were bent, claws gripping the earth beneath his paws. Tail raised, aligning with his spine, as he raised his hackles, giving him a slightly larger look than his usual thirty-one inches of height. He tightened his core, steadying his breathing as he waited for Gossamir to make the first move.
The young fae would spring forward, making her move. She would attack straight on - a bold and sometimes dangerous move in a fight with foes. But perhaps she thought of the fact that this was just a spar, and that he would not aim to permanently damage her. Still, he would not hold back. Not just because Gossamir asked him too either. He had a promise to fulfill... And that wasn?t going to change. He would start his own move, his counter, before he was entirely sure what she would do. It was a chance he was willing to take.
Ritsuka would surge forward as well, aiming for a direct slam upon the smaller fae. Using his body like a battering ram could do some damage, should any slams be successful, without having to worry about tremendous injury. Head would lower, the brute unhinging his jaws in preparation for a bite. But what happened instead was Gossamir?s own attack meeting his jaws, fangs gabbing the top part of his muzzle and gaining some puncture wounds. It was a hold that was still firm enough, however. He had slowed in his slam, a reaction from their collision, and now instinctively sidestepped to the right.
As he did so, however he would feel Gossamir?s right paw slide past his shoulder. He would try and push forward again, though throwing himself into her jaws could very well injure himself further. It was a risk, but not one that he was unwilling to take. He would try and push her back, his right front paw leading. As he lifted it, however, Gossmair?s right paw would sweep behind it, causing the male to be dragged forward slightly by the blow. With any luck he would stumble directly into her, and, perhaps, gain some edge on the second round. His left forepaw splayed forward in some hope of smashing down upon her right forepaw.
Ritsuka vs Gossamir for Spar
Round: 1/2
Notes: Way too lazy to do stat stuff right now, sorry Luns. XD
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