Tainted Love

She was met with silence, though he immediately began to move. He would begin to circle before moving away, a vast distance separating them. He would charge, coming at her right side, and she would allow it, remaining unmoving as his legs ate up the distance. His shoulder would meet its target, striking the front right portion of her chest/shoulder, immediately causing a heavy bruise to form. She would move with his momentum, allowing it to absorb into her larger body. His jaws would part, seeking to strike her scruff, teeth gently gaining purchase, not even breaking the skin. He was weak. She would strike without remorse. Seeking to use her height, her right shoulder would jut forward with as much force as she could muster, aiming to strike the hard bone against his throat, wanting to inflict damage to the tender windpipe that lie beneath his flesh. She would not be so kind. She would feel him pull at her scruff, though because his grip was so soft, it did little upset her balance.

Her own dark jaws would then part, her neck arching, crown tipping to her left along with her jaws as she aimed to grab a hold of his upper scruff, just as the base of his skull. She sought a grip that she could hopefully force him to the ground with. Simultaneously her right forepaw would lift, her weight redistributing across three limbs, as she aimed to slam the appendage down on his own right forepaw, her goal to heavily bruise his toes. He may have no intentions to hurt her, but she did not hold the same intentions. No one played nice in battle, if any of them were to survive this life, then they all needed to learn how to fight to spill blood. It was survival of the fittest.

"BASANTI vs CAETO for SPAR: round 1/2"

"Burn Baby Burn"