Tainted Love

She had long begun to crave the adrenaline that flooded her system each time she engaged herself in battle. There was no feeling like it. Her right shoulder would meet its mark, jabbing at his windpipe, forcing him to relinquish his grip on her scruff. This allowed her to successfully grab a hold of his scruff, and immediately her jaws aimed to snap shut so that she could hopefully keep her hold. Again relying on her height, her weight would shift forward minutely as she aimed to shove his head to the ground so that she may pin him. But it seemed that she had struck a nerve as he was not going to go down without a fight. His fangs would scrap against the flesh of her right foreleg, just below her elbow. Light lacerations would lay in the wake of his fangs, though she had expected him to take a hold. But she was still able to lift her right leg, though this again caused his fangs to lightly laceration her right knee, and successfully slam it down on his right forepaw, though she only caught two of his toes, it was a victory nonetheless. With her right paw successfully on the ground once more, weight evenly distributed, she aimed to this time lift her left foreleg, her weight distributing accordingly, as she then attempted to lift it up over his shoulders, just at the base of his neck, before his shoulder blades. She sought a position so that she could force her weight forward and hopefully onto his lower neck to aid in shoving him to the ground.

All the while he defenses remained intact: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, head 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 on her remaining three grounded limbs, tail straight and aligned with her spine.

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

"Burn Baby Burn"