The fight continued, each titan searching for the upper hand to end the other. Fights began to break out left and right, blood staining the earth. It seemed that when heads threatened to roll, everyone wanted a little taste of blood. She, however, was content to stand on sidelines and merely observe, she had no reason to jump into the bloodshed, they had nothing she wanted or craved. Fate had other ideas. A snarl would fill her ears, snapping her gaze from the fight to a familiar scarred visage. Lips would peel back to reveal ivory daggers as her opponent settled into defenses. Did nothing satisfy the pale bitch? The sounds of battle fell away and she refocused her attention of her adversary. It seemed that she would not go unscathed today, she was forced into battle whether or not she wanted it. But as the realization of her opponent settled in, she would allow herself to be lost, and allowed a darker, more carnal need to take over.
Her own defenses settled to mimic her adversary. Eyes would narrow to slits, tattered ears pinned against her skull, thick hackles bristled as powerful shoulders scrunched to add an extra layer of fat and fur around her neck. Her crown would lower to align with her spine as her chin tucked against her throat to protect vitals. Russet plume would straighten with her spine, ready to act as a rudder. Limbs would set themselves equidistant and knees would bend to better her balance and lower her center of gravity. With toes splayed, claws dug into the blood soaked earth and her abdominal muscles tensed, bracing for impact.
Her opponent would shoot forward without a word. It seemed she was out for blood this time rather than to just steal a crown. The russet woman would remain at a stand still, spreading her hind legs just a few inches wider, and her right forelimb would bend slightly so that she was leaning away from her opponent, this would aid her in moving with and away from Art so that she didn?t fall over, this movement would also bring her height a few inches lower, to about Arts level. The collision came with painful force, a heavy bruise immediately flaring across her ribs and momentarily knocking the wind from her lungs, and while her ribs would be sore, no bones where broken. Front limbs would begin moving immediately, pivoting her front end in a quarter circle to her right, away from her adversary. She hoped that this movement and Arts momentum would bring them a shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip position with the little tyrant on her life side.
As soon as they collided, despite her movement, pale jaws would flash in her line of vision, aimed directly for her eye. She would duck her crown immediately, further lowering her height as she had not yet risen back up to her full height, neck twisting to her own left so that jaws where aimed at the right side of Arts throat. Because Art had tilted her jaws to her own left, the russet Queen aimed to grab a hold of the upper right portion of her enemies throat, and thought it would please her greatly to end her pale adversaries life, any sort of hold would be enough. The pale wenches jaws would bounce off her forehead, leaving behind only a light bruise due to momentum. Simultaneously, her left paw would leave the safety of the ground, her right limb remaining bent to keep her height low and her balance adjusting to her remaining three legs, she would attempt to slam her paw down on Arts right toes, immediately bringing the appendage back to the safety of the ground, hoping to break toes or at least cause enough damage for her to be slowed down. As soon as her paw is back on the ground, whether or not she landed on Arts toes, she throws her weight into Art as much as possible, hoping to possibly upset her balance in some way. All the while, her defenses remained in tact as much as possible, she did not want to be bested by the overgrown child again.
SIBELLE vs ARTEMIS for PARTIAL BLINDING/DOMINANCE : Round 1 of 3
ATTACKS: hind legs would spread a few inches wider, her right leg bending deeper than her left so that she is leaning away from Art slightly and thus lowering her height. When Art collides with her side, she uses the momentum of the collision to move to her right in about a quarter circle to her own right in an attempt to get them shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip. Since Art is trying to grab her face as soon as they collide, Sib is lowering her head, and craning her neck and turning her head to the left, so that her jaws are aiming at Arts throat. She is using the fact that Art tipped her jaws to her own left, and is trying to grab a hold of the right side of Arts throat. Simultaneously, her left paw would lift and attempt to slam down on Arts right toes, wanting to break them or cause her enough pain to slow down. Once her paw is back on the ground, whether or not she successfully lands on Arts foot, she throws her weight into Art as much as possible, hoping to disrupt her balance as much as possible
DEFENSES: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles lifted, shoulders scrunched, skull lowered with spin, chin tucked, tail flagged, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, abdominal muscles tensed
INJURIES: heavy bruising across her ribcage, momentarily loss of breath from impact. light bruising her to her forehead.
OOC- not sure Sib will ever be in a position to blind her, so it may just end up as dominance, unless you are cool with any sort of maim? I don?t mind as Art did try to break her jaw XD just let me know.
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