Tapping the Barrel of a Steel Blue .38
10-09-2014, 12:02 PM
ooc;; yup! we both seemed to have misread the time or something, I thought mouse had another day even though it was the last day so no problem giving her the extra day <3 NOTE: Dee did a booboo, tried to copy format for fight on my phone to write my new post and ended up posting my new post overtop of my second post. LUCKILY iPhone saved me. Saf and Mouse know about this. sorry!!! Rage coursed through his veins, everything was alive and burning as though his heart was pumping battery acid. Vaguely his one track mind would take in the woosh of air as it left Rune?s lungs, vaguely he would feel pain blossom across his own chest as they connected more solidly then Kylar could have hoped. Moderate bruising would already begin to blossom along the center of his chest but Kylar kept his breath, having already expelled his air in preparation for the impact. Irrationality clawed at the edges of his mind, tempting him as it tried to take control but not this time. Unlike any other fight before there were stakes here, lives on the line and a promise to be kept. So his mind would stay unclouded by emotion, each movement calm and calculated despite the numbness that had begun to spread through his body. It was all almost too much, but there would be a time later for a mental break down, time to mourn afterwards. Heat and pain would alert him to Rune?s teeth sinking into the heavy flesh of his shoulder, but if he felt it he showed no sign. Teeth punctured deeply, seeming to sink into nothing more then butter and immediately pressing into muscle. Shoulder would slacken, attempting to lessen the tension around the invading canines to prevent more damage then they had already done. It was a moderate wound, one he knew would be followed by scars and deep tissue bruising around where his incisors had gone deeper. Rune would attempt to move back next, releasing his hold and trying to gain some distance. Kylar wanted him close. Teeth would meet their intended target, grasping the base of Rune?s skull. Blood would begin to trickle into his mouth and all at once the irrationally began to slither closer. Rune tried to move back further then lunge forward again and Kylar would attempt to hunker down, joints loosening and neck muscles tensing to try and make himself as motionless as possible. Rune?s chest would hit Kylar?s own, the damage minimal due to their close quarters but thanks to the bruising that had already begun to form there pain flared across his chest again. He would not let go, he had worked and bled for this hold and he had no intention of releasing it unless he took Rune?s spine with him. Jaw muscles tensed, attempting to dig fangs as deeply into flesh as possible before he would attempt to begin shaking. Head would be thrown back and forth as violently as possible in their close quarters. He wished to do maximum damage, trying to rip and tear flesh and muscle. Rune?s teeth would find their mark, but as soon as Kylar began to feel pressure the massive male would attempt to swing his hips around to his right and try to make Rune?s hold harder. He would attempt to put them perpendicular to each other, at a T shape with Kylar still grasping at Rune?s neck. At the same time he would coil his haunches and attempt to push his weight forward. He would try and force Rune down to the ground, as an added measure the massive male would lift his right paw to try and drape it across Rune?s back just behind his shoulders to add even more downwards pressure. All the while defenses would remain immaculately in place. His stance was widened, weight shifted slightly to his right to try to add as much pressure as possible while joints loosened to lower his center of gravity and accommodate his tripod stance. Toes would splay and nails clenched heavily into the ground to try and stop any backwards pressure from forcing him off balance. Neck was arched and chin was tipped down, protecting his throat, shoulders rolled forward to gather as much loose skin and fat as possible around his ruff. Hackles would remain raised, lifted to add any extra height and cushioning he could gather from them. Abdomen was tucked, spine arched to gather all his core strength to aid him. Tail was straightened, aligned with his spin to act as a rudder and help manage his balance to the best of his abilities. Ears were pinned to his skull, flattened against his thick scruff. Lips pulled back in a snarl to gather excess flesh around already narrowed eyes. KYLAR VS.RUNE |
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