Rentaro vs Basanti
She was given instructions and she would obey. Stepping away from the crowd, she would find a place that was clear and turn to face her opponent. She didn't know the man, but he was of decent size, she could hope that he had skills to match. At a year old, she stood at nearly her full 39 inches, standing almost as tall as her opponent, though she was still much lighter than him.
Defenses would settle into place. Her eyes narrowing, ears pinning while her lips curled to reveal daggers. Hackles would lift, her crown falling to be level with her spine while her chin tucked against her throat. Limbs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed and claws dug into the earth, securing her balance and position. Her tail would align with her spine, straightening in preparation. Jaws unhinged, a low guttural growl rolling off her tongue.
You may have the first move." And then she would wait. She would watch him closely, her core tightening to prepare for whatever he might throw at her. Muscles would ripple in anticipation. Saliva pooled in her mouth as excitement swelled in her chest. Adrenaline flooded her system, the impending fight was almost to much, she was so tempted to simply launch herself at him, sink her fangs into his flesh and tear him apart. But no. She needed to maintain composure, to think things threw and carefully plan out her attacks. Patience was key. |