I'm Awake and Alive

It had occurred to Sinister that the thick pelt of a wolf was difficult to get through, and though she had done significant damage to his flesh, she did not feel like going through all the trouble to inflict more. With any other smaller opponent, the effort was worth it, but dealing with him meant about twice the effort it would have taken to kill anyone else. Over and under the prospect of a triumph, she simply stood in defense against her opponent, analyzing his moves and deciding on which attack he'd throw at her next. As her silver binoculars caressed along his rough physique she'd take in note of his tensed muscles; obviously getting ready to spring once more. The ghostly women's muscles also buckled up, tightening together in order to act as a stone statue when he launches forth.

Ignoring the pleas of her aching ankle, she'd shake it off for the mean time before preparing herself for impact. Like a wrecking ball the masculine slammed into her side, disabling her balance only a tad then she'll regain her posture. Like the colossal she was, the boys effort to try and crush her was nary as successful as he might have wanted. Advancing in an immediate attempt to rise up on her hind legs, again his smaller figure did no less than before, he certainly did not amount to her in the aspect of height. The two were now squaring off, in a battle of pattering paws, claws finely lit in flames as they canvased the decaying sky. In the corner of her eye she could just barely make out his daggers nearing the whole left half of her cheek, it was seconds then that she took in to crank her cranium away from his lashing appendage.

Shield, she did, away against his attack and now she reacted without thought. The phantom pressed her forepaws against his chest and forced him to the ground, blood staining her white coat where he managed to pierce the flesh. As she would do this her left paw made heist at battling his face, hoping to damage the very least of his right eye -- unless of course he were to move out of the way in time before her claws made contact with the flesh. She'd give him a cold, distasteful look, baring her fangs and locking her joints in order to keep him well anchored to the ground. Awaiting for what was to come next.

SINISTER vs MIKAL

round TWO of THREE

FOR SPAR

Defenses: Tensed muscles, aligned posture, legs evenly spread out, anchored to the ground.

Attacks: Dodging his attack to the cheek, she'd press her forepaws onto his chest area in order to bring him down. Pinning him before using her right paw to claw down the right half of his eye. Able to be dodged if Mikal is quick enough.

Injuries: Bruising to her right shoulder blade from impact.



"Speech"

For a crown is not fit

you're a king unworthy of its power