I'm too perfect for you

Speaks. Finally...the queen seemed to become excited and relatively willing to spar with the partially-blind goddess. Finally. All this time she seemed to be rather blunt. Friendly...but not excited or interested. And now that she had offered to spar with her...oh. Things would go down now. Though a pang of worry shot through the sooty babe's frame. She wasn't very good at holding back when she became violent. She suddenly craved to tear into whatever she could. So maybe...maybe this time she'll remind herself each time that this spar is friendly. Not for dominance, not for maim. But for practice.
"Your game." Deirdre smiled wildly, healthy eye becoming full of excitement. Maybe this...would determine her rank. As a fighter or just a regular pack commoner. Heh. Bring it on. The woman slowly lowered her body with the slightest bend of her knees, sliding her legs out evenly and distributing weight to each of her paws for the precious balance she so dearly needed. Her toes splayed, claws scraping and scratching at the stone platform beneath her. She slowly rolled her shoulders to bunch the fur at her neck while raising her hackles to look larger than she actually was.
Head and tail slowly aligned with her spine...though her tail, ready to fly down between her legs at any time. Muscles and abdomen would tighten, ears pining back against her crown and brows crinkling over her narrowed eyes as protection. Finally, she would tuck her chin to protect her jugular and curl her inky black lips up, revealing two rows of sharp ivories. Soft growls would unfold from her bruised chest...which she was sure the queen would target. But maybe she didn't know yet. Hah! Thank god she hadn't told her what happened!
Suddenly, the woman propelled forward at a fleet speed, aiming to close the distance between the pair. Deirdre had made sure that she moved to her own left just slightly while approaching her- hopefully accurate aiming. Now, hopefully near to being chest-to-chest with the red-head, the sooty dame would attempt to throw her right shoulder blade into the chest of the girl, while aiming to crane her head up and to the left side of Azalea's face, only to attempt to snag a chunk of flesh from her left cheek. By aiming to throw her shoulder in the chest of the queen, she would hope to create pain and advantage. Nearly the same for biting at her cheek.
While hopefully completing all of her attempts, she kept her defensive postures set. Ears pinned, tail partially leveled out with her spine, paws evenly carrying her weight, chin tucked, etcetera.

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Azalea v Deirdre
for practice/rank
one two three

Defenses: Legs spread out evenly, weight distributed to each paw, toes splayed and gripping at the ground, knees bent, muscles and abdomen tightened, head and tail aligned with spine, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, ears pinned back against head, brows wrinkled, eyes narrowed, lips curled back into a snarl, chin tucked over her jugular
Attacks: attempting to close the distance between her and Azalea, Deirdre would aim to throw her right shoulder into the chest of Azalea, while twisting her muzzle around to the right side of Azalea's face only to aim to bite her cheek.
Injuries: None so far.
Notes: PM me for any questions!