Dance in Blood and Fire; Claim Challange
10-29-2014, 11:22 PM
The heat of battle, it was what she craved from this life. There was nothing better. But her shoulder would not meet its intended target, though the hard bone would strike his chest, leaving nothing more than a bruise. A bruise would also flare lightly across her left shoulder. Pain continued to flare across her neck as his fangs sunk deeper into her flesh, shredding through fat and threatening muscle. He would tug, trying to rip chunks of flesh from her body, but he didn't use enough force, skin would tear, his fangs leaving jagged tears that would undoubtedly scar. Blood spilled from the wound, soaking her pelt and dripping onto the ground. It fueled her desire to beat him into the ground. Pressure would being to grow on her left ankle, she would attempt to jerk her paw out from under his, hoping that the movement would not only free her limb, but throw off his balance. Her defenses remained tightly intact: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunched, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, tail aligned with her spine, weight evenly distributed, head level with her spine and her chin was tucked against her throat. Her fangs would miss their intended target, sinking into his left shoulder blade instead of the back of his neck. Her jaws aimed to slam shut on the flesh, sinking in as deep as possible. Her paw would land successfully on his paw, she would feel bone crunching beneath her weight. And then there was his cry of pain, a delectable sound. His upper body would buck, trying to get her to release him. She would hoped that first his flesh would tear from the action before she did release him. She would drop her hind end before attempting to shove her weight forward and into his chest, hoping to further the bruise on his chest, her head tipping to her right, parted jaws aimed to once again sink into the back of his neck. Her upper mandible aimed to pierce the base of his skull, while her lower mandible sought to pierce the left side of his neck where his jugular lay hidden. She was thirsty for his blood, and she wished to spill more of it. CATALEYA vs CRUCIFIX: round 2/2 ATTACKS: bite to the back his neck and the left side of his neck, shoving her weight against his chest
DEFENSES: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunched, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, tail aligned with her spine, weight evenly distributed, head level with her spine and her chin was tucked
INJURIES: tearing of the bite wound on her neck, bruised toes, bruise to her shoulder |