Let us Dance

Fresh annoyance blossomed in her chest. Insubordinate whore. Her gazed on Aerndis as defenses fell into place: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, crown level with her spine, chin tucked, neck scrunched, shoulders rolled forward, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, weight evenly distributed, tail straight and aligned with her spine. Adrenaline steadily began to flood her system. It wasnt everyday that she got to battle a formidable opponent, or so she hoped. 

She would attack without words, or warning. Springing forward in an attempt to come at the woman head, hoping to close the distance between them in a few strides. Her right shoulder would jut forward, seeking to collide with the center of the womans chest, what would be her sternum. Simultaneously, jaws parted, seeking to grab a hold of the womans upper right sided throat, just behind the curve of her jaw, her goal to put enough pressure of her jugular so that she would pass out. Following her attempted bite, her right foreleg would lift, weight immediately redistributing across all three limbs, so that she could attempt to wrap it around her opponents own right foreleg, just below the elbow, in hopes that she might be able to pull it out from under her (aern) with a quick attempted retraction of her limb back towards her own body, successful or not. 

CATALEYA vs AERNDIS for SPAR: round 1/2