Clash Boom Bang
11-06-2014, 09:18 PM
The adrenaline that rushed her system was a high that she lived for. Her heart pounded against her chest, her blood thundering in her ears. It was with great satisfaction that she collided with him, though her mark was off, she still struck him. A moderate bruise would immediately flare across her left shoulder, pain radiating from the spot. Jaws met their target, sinking into his neck, his blood teasing her tongue. However he had moved to his right, thus causing her fangs to sink in shallowly, missing his jugular. It didn't stop her from attempting to clamp her jaws shut and sink her fangs in deeper. He was better than she thought. Just as her left forepaw left the ground, his fangs would sink into her leg, tearing through skin and muscle, leaving moderate puncture wounds. Pain seared across the area just above the joint of her left ankle as he gripped it. He would tip his skull to his right, jerking her leg into an uncomfortable angle, tugging at her left shoulder. The movement would pull at the muscles in her left shoulder, moderately straining muscles and ligaments, which would make it undoubtedly difficult to walk on. A grunt of paw would seep from between her clenched jaws. He would strike again, his leg snaking out to wrap around her right forelimb that was still planted on the ground. She knew immediately that she would go down, so she figured she would do it in style. She would throw her weight to her right, allowing him to tug her right leg out from under her. She would attempt to clamp her jaws even tighter, hoping that her weight would be enough to pull him down with her, on top of her, or rip a chunk from his neck. It was her only option. As she tumbled, her tail would tuck to defensively cover to soon to be exposed belly. All the while her defenses remained intact: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, skull level with her spine, chin tucked, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunched, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground and tail straight and level with her spine. CATALEYA vs BASS for SEXY TIMES: round 2/?
ATTACKS: trying to keep a grip on his neck, death rolling to her right
DEFENSES: 3rd paragraph
INJURIES: moderately bruised left shoulder, minor bite to her left foreleg, strained ligaments/muscles in her left shoulder, pending bruising from her death roll. Speech |
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