A little adventurous

It would seem her little adventure hadn't gone unnoticed, but it was clear this was far from a friendly greeting. The tension in the air was quick to be sensed, much less the crunching of snow a head of her. Although Mercy was white, that keen eye sight spotted the dame before she got too close. The wraith quickly could tell this was going south and quickly, but she knew equally this one would not listen to reason. It was her self, for being ambitious enough to trespass as she had done so; clearly not an Armada. A pack member of some sort then, but the serpent wasn't going to analyze this situation fully, at least not yet. Those eyes narrowed as the white dame stopped before her, leaving three feet between them. The words were spoken and that body was quick to react.

Those hackles raised, her ghostly eyes narrowed as those ears flattered against her skull. Knowing what was to come, those shoulders rolled forth to protect that neck as her head aligned with her spine, chin tucked to further this action. Lastly that tail aligned with her spine, being used for balance. Seeing her coming, that body crouched low, leveling spreading that weight among her limbs as those toes as well spread, for more traction as those toes sought a grip from the frigged ground. Knowing the attack coming, that head went with Mercy's motion; downwards as the scrapping of teeth dragged across the upper and lower part of her muzzle; causing moderate wounds but at the same time hoping to avoid the grip from the dame's jaws. The feeling of claws could be felt upon her brow causing a light scratch, in hopes to have it graze off the eye ridge to miss the eye completely in turn with the motion. Once knowing she was free of the oncoming attacks, that head rose and rapidly aiming to smack it against Mercy's lower jaw; if such was successful in doing so those jaws would open only to in turn grab a hold of the left side of Mercy's jaw. Being small then this one, she could not use her weight against her, but she hope to once grabbing the muzzle to shake that head left and right to cause jagged wounds along the upper muzzle and lower jaw.


Abelinda vs Mercy for Self Defense/Maim.

Round I of II. (Yesh xd.)

Defense: Ears pinned, eyes narrowed, head lowered, shoulders rolled forward, head aligned with spine, chin tucked, crouched low, legs and toes spread, tail aligned with spine.

Attack: Tries avoiding the muzzle lock, by following Mercy's movement bowing her head down, then brings it back up to slam her own head into Mercy's own; attempts to grab a hold of the left side of Mercy's muzzle, if a hold is gained of the left side of the muzzle; an attempt at 'shaking' the hold left and right to cause more damage then a typical hold.

Injuries: Light scratch on right brow, moderate lasherations on upper/lower muzzle. Bruising on upper head (pending) from slam.