The boy uttered his challenge and his foe rose to it, agreeing to his terms. Almost giddy with the realisation that this was his chance to win back the people that mattered in Sibelle's life he concentrated on the tyrant before him. He sucked in a breath, forcing himself to concentrate, to turn his elation into blood lust and hunger for the blood of his foe. Before him was the one that had wronged him and his mate time and time again, and fighting in a crazy panic after watching them beat his wife was different to this setting, here he could breath and think and strategize this woman's downfall.
First, the Solstice brute set his defences, narrowing his eyes, folding his ears to his skull, levelling his head with his spine as he tucked his chin to protect his throat. His hackles raised along his spine, fluffing up his coat and adding a layer to vital nerves. He scrunched his neck, levelled his tail with his spine, rolled his shoulders, spread his weight and legs evenly, then his toes, before digging them into the soil beneath him for traction. He parted his teeth and loosened his jaw, and tensed his muscles.
The simple, familiar actions before a battle calmed him and he looked at the woman before him as he worked out his plans in his head, analysing and deciding. When he fought her now, it was with cold, calculating eyes, not the blind red fury that had consumed him before. He relaxed, creating the impression of waiting as casually as she did before him, before springing violently into action, staying head on as they begun, and rising his forepaws high as he reared upwards and back, weight braced upon his hind-paws as he aimed to land the weight of his short, forward pounce in an attempt against the top of his opponent's head. He was working to channel the momentum in the force of a push as he attempts to land his paws on her head in an effort to push it to the ground. Weather or not his attack lands he would settle his back legs in the same moment, evening their weight and balancing himself. His forepaws that dove flat for Cataleya's head would aim to land either side of her forehead, just above the eyes and below the ears. If it landed, his paws would be angled in such a way as to attempt to dive her nose first into the earth. For a touch of vicious intent his ineffective wolf claws will also be out in attempt to add any extra damage he could into the frey by attempting to scratch at the skin of her face as they attempt to land. In the same motion, as he paws aim to land his head will move forward to an area just above and to the right of his paws as he attempts to nip at her left ear pushed against the skull. Due to the folded position he would aim to come at it from a downward angle going up, attempting to graze his teeth under the folded tip in at attempt to get a grip upon it and would attempt, if his teeth find hold, to bite down and tear off the the tip of small body part, or so would be his attempt.
Crucifi x Cataleya Round 1 of 2
Defences: Narrowed eyes, ears to skull, levelled head with spine, chin tucked, hackles raised, neck scrunched, tail level with spine, shoulders rolled, weight spread, legs spread, toes spread, claws dug into earth, jaw parted, muscles tensed
Attacks:
1: rising on his back legs, making a small leap forward, attempting to land his paws, attempting to place spaced out on her forehead and attempting to push down with his momentum
2: ineffective wolf claws attempting to add damage in scratches as he attempts to land his paws.
3: attempting to bite her ear by starting low and moving his head upwards in an attempt to move his teeth under her folded ear and attempting to bite down to rip off the tip of the appendage
Injuries:
None yet
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