Blow Me Away [MAIM]
09-13-2014, 06:39 AM
The taste of blood, of hot sweet iron, graced the brute's tongue. Oh, he'd missed the still-familiar scent which was beginning to permeate the air. He took a deep and bracing breath. It would not do to grow distracted, of course. As he bypassed the woman's front she would dart forwards and attempt to ram his chest with her own. He had passed her by scant inches, she was only an instant late to make her target, and as such his own left shoulder took the hit in full. He hissed in pain as the impact shook his frame and a sharp bloom of pain sprang up deep within the honed chunk of flesh. With a snarl Lyonovei would give ground, allowing the hit to push him a pace farther down the length of her own left side. He dug his claws in, halting the motion, and would rear upwards and away from the remainder of her momentum. That stung, he'd give her that much. She was hardly small for a fae, and it was interesting to learn that she knew how to throw her weight around. Still, he would be a poor warrior indeed if he could not take a hit, and poorer yet if he did not mind his alignments. Even while upright he kept his chin tucked and his spine aligned straight with the rest of his body, less she charge him again and give some sort of whiplash. He would attempt to stand perpendicular to her pale back, ever planning for the future. Lyonovei's tail lashed outwards to maintain his balance as he began his descent. He would extend his forelegs with toes splayed and claws flashing in the russet light, defending his own body and serving a more violent purpose as well. There she was, laid out below him, pretty as a peach. How sweet would she taste, he wondered? His forelegs were grappling, straight outwards, and coming down fast. Should he find a grip, the entirety of his 207 pounds would crash down upon the central-most portion of her body, rake his claws through the pale fur to rend the flesh below, knock her from her feet and watch as she cowered below... He shivered in anticipation. Shoulders or back or hindquarters, it all would serve his intent. I'll rip up that pretty pelt of yours, he thought with a savage glee. I'll knock you to the ground and you'll beg me for mercy. His jaws snapped, just waiting to latch onto any part of her that might get too close. He would crush her in every way fathomable. His ears remained pinned to his skull all the while, eyes narrowed and watchful of stray fangs or claws. Each muscles in his body was a live wire, tense and ready for anything she might throw his way. He forced himself to loosen the set of his shoulders, however, so that upon landing he would be ready to adjust as needed. ![[Image: LN6hKs6.png]](http://i.imgur.com/LN6hKs6.png) Round 2 of 3 ATTACKS: After being moved into a 'T'-like position, Lyon rears and attempts to crash his weight down upon Anzh's upper midsection in the hopes of raking her with his claws or knocking her to the ground. DEFENSES: Claws dug in for stability, tail lashing for balance, chin tucked, body parts aligned, claws extended in front of him, jaws snapping ears pinned, eyes narrowed, muscles tense, shoulders loose, INJURIES: A moderate bruise on the meat of his shoulder muscle NOTES: N/A |
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