From Boys To Men

*Galahad* · 07-23-2014, 04:01 PM

Galahad
. . .

His teeth would sink in, puncturing the flesh of his opponent. Bass was a worthy opponent, and one that Gala would remember fighting in the days to come. But right now he had to focus on the current situation with him. Galahad?s attack worked well enough, jaws keeping their hold as he shook his head vigorously back and forth. Blood would seep onto his tongue, but he was not the only one to deal out damage in this attack. Bass would tighten his grip on his leg, possibly causing bruising and certainly causing further tearing of the flesh. With any luck he?d avoid anything that might lame, but it would be a problem that would need to be dealt with after the spar was over.

Bass would release him, trying to pull back. There was force behind it, and Galahad would end up releasing his opponent after causing some minor additional tearing. Apart now, for the moment, Galahad would focus on resetting his own defenses, just as Bass was. Such a fluid movement all of this was, a dance of danger. He was learning more and more just how much he had to step up his own game, and his opponents were not making it easy on him. But if they were, how would he ever get better? He truly appreciated all that they were teaching him.

His stance was once more widened the best he could get it, knees bent, though the right foreleg slightly less than the others due to the injuries upon the leg, to keep him ready to move. Shoulders were rolled forward, claws digging into the earth. His core was tightened, breathing steady as he could make it. He needed to be prepared, and to make the most out of this fight. If anything else the learning experience was direly needed, and the male would push through it.

He had other defenses he had to worry about as well. He would narrow his eyes, pinning his ears pack. They were important, though the ears perhaps less so. Even if they got damaged in the fight he would still be able to hear, but eyes were a much more sensitive organ that was not so forgiving when it came to being damaged. Brow would furrow, lips curling back in a snarl. His head was aligned with his spine, as was his tail. Chin would tip forward, protecting the vital area of his throat. He would also scrunch his neck, giving it some added protection as well. Finally his hackles were raised, determination within him. This was it, he could feel it. It all came down to this.

Bass would surge forward, his head lowering for the attack. The other was a bit shorter than him, and so thus was using his height to his advantage. He was trying to get under Galahad?s chin, which, had it not been tucked, would have been a much easier job. It hurt, pain rising from the wounds he received there, but it helped him avoid the bite that Bass sent out for the most part. The other would gain a lose hold on the flesh below his head, one that he pulled out of with a sidestep to his right. But not without its damage to be dealt with of course.

It hurt, stepping on his injured leg as he did. Shivers of pain would rise through him, and Gala would suppress a whine. Small punctures, with slight tearing, were enough to draw blood, though nothing too dangerous for the vital area of his his throat. Galahad?s own head would lower, dropping so that he would hopefully be more level with the other brute as he made his attack. Jaws would snap at the other brute?s face, heading to the left, aiming to tear upon his muzzle. Nothing serious of course, but enough to cause some pain.

There was also something that he hadn?t expected, or rather neglected to think about in focusing upon Bass? bite attack. The other?s paw would hit the edge of his wounded leg, even with the side step, causing him to give a sharp wince of pain. The two claws that pressed against the wound caused a little more damage, but he need to try and push through. Pushing more of his weight upon his right side he would strike out with his left foreleg, aiming to claw the flesh of his opponents right front leg and rack down. With his leg injured as it was it was going to be harder to get around... And Gala was mentally trying to contemplate his next move.

Galahad vs Bass for Spar {Round 3}

Attacks: Bite to the left side of Bass?s muzzle || Claw rack down Bass? right legs

Defenses: Shoulders Rolled Forwards, Widened Stance, Knees Bent, Claws Digging Into Earth, Tightened Core || Eyes narrowed, Ears Pinned, Brow Furrowed, Lips Pulled Back In Snarl || Head Aligned With Spine, Neck Scrunched, Chin Tipped forward || Tail Raised And Aligned With The Spine, Hackles Raised

Injuries: Mild bruising upon the front of the right shoulder, Punctures and tearing on right foreleg around the middle of the lower section of the leg, Minor scratches upon left foreleg's knee, Small punctures with slight tearing on the bottom part of his throat

"Speech.",'Thought.'

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