A smirk curled her lips cruelly, unable to help herself. Perhaps she should do this more often. Her gaze would turn to rest on Kylar, watching as he launched himself forward. His behemoth chest collided with the smaller prisoner, immediately knocking her to the ground. Brows would lift, it was not quite what she had in mind. But her mate didn't stop there. His crown would pull back, simultaneously head butting the woman into unconsciousness. Her eyes would narrow, brows furrowing. Jesus he needed to work on reading her nods better. A little over the top don't you think?" She would mutter under her breath, she would deal with him later. Her gaze would whip back to the monochromatic man just in time to watch him fall apart. Perfect. His cry would fill the air and immediately her defenses settled in.
Her eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised. Broad shoulders rolled forward, her neck scrunching as her crown fell level with her spine and her chin tucked. Her legs would spread equidistant, and bend at the joint. Her tail would straighten and align with her spine, ready to act as a rudder. Toes splayed, claws dug into the ground and her weight disrupted evenly across her legs.
He would launch himself forward, closing the distance between them, which she would allow briefly. Her haunches would drop briefly, before attempting to launch herself forward, aiming to meet him nearly head on. His right paw would come down on her left forepaw, a moderate bruise immediately flaring across the appendages, his claws would dig in, scraping uselessly at her flesh, not meeting their intended target, but still leaving behind light abrasions. Her left shoulder would attempt to thrust forward, aiming to put pressure on his windpipe, hoping that her height advantage would allow this. His fangs would flash in the corner of her eye, but her forward movement to meet him would cause his fangs to fall along the right side of her upper neck, just below her jawline. Pain would flare across her skin, eliciting a vicious growl, his fangs sank into fat and skin, thanks to her defenses, not yet shredding muscle, puncturing her skin, it would heal so long as he didn't do anything more then release her.
Immediately she would attack. Her crown would tip slightly to the right, jaws unhinging and aiming to sink her upper mandible into the back on his neck, below his skull, while her lower jaws blindly sought the artery the pumped beneath his skin on the left side of his neck. Simultaneously her right forepaw would lift and aim to slam down with force on his left forepaw, she hoped to use her weight to crush his precious toes. As soon as her paw left the ground, her weight would redistribute to her remaining three legs. She wanted his blood to flow freely, for the crimson liquid to stain the ground. She would see him bow before her.
CATALEYA vs CRUCIFIX: round 1/2
DEFENSES: second paragraph
ATTACKS: thrusting her left shoulder forward, aiming to put pressure on his windpipe, slamming her left forepaw down on his right forepaw, bite to the back his neck and the left side of his neck
INJURIES: moderately bruised left forepaw toes, light abrasions on her left forward, bite to the upper right side of her neck, just behind her jawline.
ooc- I'm fine with whoever, so long as it can get done quick
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