The Thunder Rolls
09-27-2014, 07:06 PM
ooc; yes, that's fine! no hurries. And indeed the man would agree to such a challenge. Who could deny such an opportunity to have a wolf as herself rule an army - any army under her would be an unbeatable force. The weak would be trained to be elites or expire in the process. Ah, she would see to it that his pack thrived and was strong and loyal. And in this moment she could prove all of her worth to this king - to show him her capabilities and flaunt her inner queen. Left talons shifted into the moistened soil, grabbing a hold onto the dirt between her claws. Marbled eyes were locked onto her king - her king in which would soon fall beneath her power, or at least that was the goal. With an unsuspecting flick of her left paw, the muddied soil was tossed in the direction of her king's eyes. Perhaps the debris would hinder his vision and offer an opportunity of roguish attacks. There really were no rules in fighting. Quickly her abdomen tensed, eyes narrowed to minor slits (careful to not obstruct her vision in the process), head lowered with opened jaw to protect her delicate throat, shoulders squared, and scruff scrunched upon her nape. With balance evenly spread across her medium sized frame, her right limb would swipe toward his left cheek - aiming to scrape his cheek and trail down to the nose where the attack would end if successful. Hopefully causing some eye watering pain from the possible blow to the tender nose in which would, perhaps, further disrupt his vision. Growls irrupted from her throat in which would increase her flow of adrenaline as she would strike at her king's left limb an inch below the knee. If successful, she would hold onto his limb and rip it to the left in hopes to upset the man's balance or even bring him to his knees. Ah, to have the king bow before her would be thrilling and would even send more of the drug, adrenaline, through her body. VENUS vs BASS for rank round ONE of TWO (if that's ok) defenses: Quickly her abdomen tensed, eyes narrowed to minor slits (careful to not obstruct her vision in the process), head lowered with opened jaw to protect her delicate throat, shoulders squared, and scruff scrunched upon her nape. balance evenly spread across her medium sized frame. attacks: tossing dirt toward bass's eyes, her right limb would swipe toward his left cheek - aiming to scrape his cheek and trail down to the nose where the attack would end if successful. Growls irrupted from her throat in which would increase her flow of adrenaline (more powerful attacks). She would strike at her king's left limb an inch below the knee - if successful, she would hold onto his limb and rip it to the left in hopes to upset the man's balance or even bring him to his knees. injuries: none my actions | my words | my thoughts |