Ninja Warja
09-01-2014, 08:40 PM
A brute would answer her call, his dark figure plodding towards her in a way that suggested he was grumpy. Well, that, or heavy. He was a big guy. Warja watched him approach and each step he drew closer made her stomach pitch. The brute was big and all...adult-like. He probably had a fair amount of experience under his belt. Warja, on the other hand, was still very much learning. Hence the call for a sparring partner. As she eyed him, the little fae began to have second thoughts, like, maybe she should have been more specific, called for someone who was closer to her in experience. Unease settled in the pit of her stomach. The young medic would have stayed nervous had the brute not decided to open his mouth. There were a couple of things he did wrong in addressing her. One, he attempted to demean her by calling her a pretty little girl, like somehow being all of those things made her less, and two, he proved right off the bat that he normally wouldn't be worth the time of day. Warja's eyes narrowed and her hackles lifted as she took an immediate dislike to the big sexist male. All of her reservations left her. He may have been big and most likely experienced, but he was idiot and he was going to underestimate her. Knowing this, she was no longer intimidated. Silently, Warja watched the brute prepare for battle and chose to do the same. Her ears folded to lay flat against her skull. She refused to dignify his words with an answer, choosing instead to pick him apart in her mind. He was bigger than her, so it made sense that he would use his size to his advantage. She stretched, wishing to limber up before the fight, and then lowered her head and rolled her shoulders forward so that her head was level with her spine and the skin along her neck was loose and bunched up. Those two defenses combined would hopefully protect the vital parts of her neck. She eyed the brute, trying to decide if he was the type to abandon strategy in favor of a rabid attack. Warja's tail curled up behind her, not in a show of dominance but in the hopes that it's rudder-like qualities would add to her balance. Lastly, she'd position her limbs squarely beneath her and bend her knees; the effect was a lower center of gravity held in a prime spot for quick movements and balance. The final touch in her defenses was tension. She felt it in her core and along her spine and legs. She was ready. ?Your move, sweetheart...? His voice would reach her ears like the ceaseless droning of an unwanted insect. This time she would reply, head jerking up briefly to lock eyes with him. "I'm nobody's sweetheart." Her piece said, Warja moved towards the brute, aiming to come at him from his right side. She'd attempt to leap towards him, her body moving up in a lunge as if she was going for his shoulder, and then suddenly dive at him, hoping on slithering under him just behind his right forelimb. From there her legs would coil beneath her and then propel her upwards while her jaws parted, sights set on the armpit of his left forelimb in an attempt to grab the joint behind it and crush it. She'd reach up towards it with her weight centered over her left front paw and her hindpaws splayed behind her for balance, as her right paw swung out forcefully in the hopes of catching the brute's right front leg from behind to sweep it out from under him. Round 1 of 2 Attacks: Seeking to dive under him while aiming to crush his left elbow joint in her jaws. Simultaneously, she's using her right paw to catch his right forelimb and push it out from under him. Defenses: Eyes narrowed, hackles raised, ears flattened, head level with spine, shoulders rolled forward, tail held out, limbs centered under mass, knees bent, tensed muscles Injuries: --- Notes: Pm me for questions! :3 Speaking - -Thinking |
