FIGHT STARTS AT ***
In a moment of eerie calm before the inchoate of a tumultuous incident to come, the silent executioner watched in indifference as the physique of the much smaller male stirred in what appeared to be a battle stance of less-than-desirable proportions. At first the female felt slight pity for him; but it was faint and gone as fast as it came. Pale lashes blinked in oblivion as the brute would breath tidings to her. They were short and simple, and were made to get right to the point. She watched carefully as the body stirred once more, barely managing to disguise a grimace of caustic acclaims for the crude actions that the brute dispelled to the tempest as he sidestepped away from her, preforming a steady, predatory volt around his being. The muscles under multiple points of her epithelium rippled, tightening with the anticipation of her first fight in what felt like centuries to her. A sociopath like herself, she found the slightly distinctive idiosyncrasies of the psychopath to be rather conflicting with her own. While she liked to blend in to appear normal, the psychopath tended to act irrationally, impulsively, and blamed their victims on their actions. Sociopaths weren't killers, sociopaths were minimalists who strive to manipulate unlike their psychopath counterparts. In the eyes of someone such as herself with her disposition, she was a wolf in sheep's wool, and he was the mindless, domesticated dog ruining his cover. And thus, without nary any hesitation, the fight was initiated by those two words and the spring of the mans foundations.
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Amenti chuckled, one that was neither hearty nor with well intentions whatsoever; if anything, it had underlying layers of malice and ailing intentions. 'I was hoping he'd object,' she thought to herself, mirth and glee bubbling within her chest cavity, which was now surely nothing other than liquid filled with sugar particles. This was her playground, and it was full of candy. From the confines of her cavities, a rumbling growl emanated up her trachea, ripping past her lips -- though she was clearly containing it as it was more like a 'murr' than that of an actual growl at all. The tainted goddess steeled herself, feeling the earth beneath her with her digits, her hind legs tensing in apprehension of the males execution. Splitting her tenacious orifices, a bloodcurdling screech bellowed past the open passage, piercing the eerie envelope of oxygen as the masculine lunged forth. Her mandible and maxilla were parted, ivory bicuspids and fangs glinting in the phosphorescence emitted by the moon.
Amenti anchored herself to the ground, swerving around sharply to face her opponent without a beat behind. Nothing could distract her from her prey, she was far too gone now, too caught up in the desire to sink her canines into his flesh at least just once. If all she could get out of this was a single bite, it would be worth it, no matter the wound to her pride. The two collided like almighty titans, lost in the unforgettable mass of saliva and fur. The women was astonished at the boys detour down her foreleg, he had successfully made contact with her carpus(ankle); fangs slowly beginning to seep through her flesh. Although it might have left a faint stroke of pain behind, her adrenaline was pumping which eliminated any and all attacks that were to com, basically keeping them at bay -- but of course she'd feel this later.
After the mans tug, Amenti made heist instantaneously towards the base of his right shoulder. Despite the risk of the tactic, the tempest yanked her appendage away, risking little lacerated flesh in setting herself free; a move evolved around the fact that she had to do in order for her attack to be fulfilled. Instead of dwelling on the newly acquired injury, she rose on her hinds, bringing her fore-appendages down on his skull before aiming to snap her maw over the location of the males neck pertaining to the scapula(shoulder) area. Whether her attack was successful should her sharply honed bicuspids sink through layers of fur, clamping tighter upon the sensation of crimson liquid with a demented growl of sorts, not intending to fully shred or lacerate flesh only give back to him what he proposed to her.
SINISTER vs MIKAL
round ONE of THREE
FOR SPAR
Defenses: Her stance is spread out, with all four legs nicely leveled in tact to keep her balance and prepare for a head on attack. Thus she eliminates her fangs and claws, in order to look more menacing then she already does. Her skull was lowered, sunken back into her chest, which was neatly aligned with her spinal cord. With ears pinned against cranium and tail tucked in she had her defenses set in order.
Attacks: Her attacks were simple, yet well thought out. She would lunge forward, executing any distance from them (whatever little there was really) to hopefully make contact with his shoulder. If this does not succeed, then her attack would travel down the length of his foreleg, as her position is aimed downward rather than upward since she is again twice his size. Of course as stated above she'll rear up on her hind legs, in a matter of crashing down onto his skull (not entirely crushing him just hoping to disable his balance a tad by the mass) to get a better grip on his scapula.
Injuries: She has a slight sprain in her right foreleg, bruising even, little muscle lacerates showing due to the fact that Mikal's teeth had sunken into her leg..? At least that's what I thought.
"Speech"
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