HIT me with your best SHOT
05-18-2013, 02:37 PM
The boy truthfully had no clue if he was doing a good job or a bad one. He was just doing what came instinctually. In his childhood, he'd been attacked numerous times by his brother, sister, or sometimes both. It had all been in good fun, but Maverick had learned quite a bit about defense through it all. He'd never been the biggest offensive fighter, as usually he was pounced upon and had to try to wriggle free, but he supposed offense would come with practice - whereas it seemed defenses came naturally. Here in this tussle, he was learning more about who he was, and he liked it. He'd never experienced anything quite so exhilarating as this in his whole life - save for perhaps his dates with Epiphron ( though this wasn't the time to be thinking about such things). Maverick felt his shoulder collide with the side of Frino's face, jarring the brute - if only slightly. A look of triumph boiled on the prince's face. It didn't last long, however, as his shoulder screeched in protest of his recent maneuver. Though he had grown into his full sized form, the boy had yet to put on the necessary muscle to pull off an attack of brute strength. He'd have to remember that, and something told him that the throb in his shoulder would be a lasting reminder. Jaws snapped shut violently upon Frino's shoulder, digging into the flesh that surrounded the joint. He sought for purchase, but knew that he couldn't hold on for long. The Prince flinched involuntarily as Frino's jaws snapped shut on nothing but air near his face - flashing back to the moment when Syrinx had done a number on the very same cheek. The Prince froze in his tracks, unable to remember or - more importantly - do anything for a split second. The instantaneous shove Frino gave was enough to jar the boy considerably, but it also did wonders to snap him back into focus. A snarl ripped from his larynx as one of his front paws lost it's traction upon the earth. For a moment the boy had the sensation of falling, and then there was a thud upon the earth. He felt the wind leave his frame momentarily before slowly trickling back in - offering him gasps of air as he took them. The pain was undeniably real. He should have been more prepared, should have foreseen the odds that Frino would bump back into him. Maverick's only instinct screamed incessantly in his ears, protect your belly!. And protect it he did. The russet and white Prince of Seracia had landed on his side, but with ease would wrap his paws protectively around his underside, fangs snaring up and out to deflect any oncoming attack or possibly inflict damage upon Frino if he was still nearby. He might be down, but he was certainly not out. If he could hold off an attack by Frino for a moment, Maverick would prepare himself to get back up onto all fours. Attacks: Fangs seeking any part of Frino that might be near or attempting to launch an attack. Defenses: Paws curled around belly to protect his underside, ears laid back, fangs bared. Injuries: Bruising on his right shoulder, bruising on the left side of his ribcage, gash on jawline, two vertical lacerations on chest near breastbone. "speeeeech" |