Clash Boom Bang
The words that left his lips were not ones that she ever expected to hear. Fight me. His voice was a husky growl, extending the grin across her own face. His defenses slide into place as he back away from her, setting about three feet between them. Very well baby, as you wish. Her own voice would be a husky purr, rolling gravelly off her lips. There was no way she would ever deny him such a request. But what they were fighting for, she wasn't entirely sure. Did he wish to express some sort of twisted male dominance over her? Hell was more likely to freeze over first. Or was he testing her? It seemed the most likely over her theories. Her defenses slide into place: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, crown level with her spine, chin tucked, shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunched, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, tail straight and aligned with her spine, and her weight evenly distributed.
She would strike first. Her haunches would drop briefly, her hind legs bending deeper before shoving off, propelling her forward. She aimed to come at him nearly head on, but so the point of her left shoulder was aligned with the center of his chest. They stood at the same height, though he was about 50 pounds heavier. She would jut her left shoulder forward, moving another step to her right so that she could attempt to shove the hard point of her left shoulder into the soft spot between his chest cavity and his left shoulder. She didn't want to hurt him too badly, but he had wanted a fight.... So she would settle for some heavy bruising rather than a dislocated appendage. Following that, her charcoal jaws would unhinge, her crown tipping to her right in an attempt to grab a hold of the upper part of his neck. She aimed for her upper mandible to land along his the left portion of his neck, behind his left ear, while her lower mandible sought the valuable artery in his throat. It was not her intention to kill, but she still wanted to bring him to his knees, to put pressure on his . In a final attempt to best him, her left foreleg would lift, and then aim to slam down on his own left forepaw. A few broken toes never hurt anyone.... With the lift her leg, her weight would redistribute across her three limbs, and her hind legs would bend deeper to prevent her form being toppled over.
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