I don't know what I'm doing
It became evident that his opponent was not pleased with being partners. But oh well, Cataleya was apparently not in the mood to negotiate. With his defenses in place he would wait: eyes narrowed, ears pinned to his skull, hackles lifted, head level with his spine, chin tucked, legs bent at the joint and squared, claws digging into the ground. He wasnt perfect, trying to mimic his opponents stance as much as possible.
Surprise would cross his features as his opponent burst forth with a roar. Is this what everyone did? If so, it seemed rather dramatic. He would remain still even as his opponent came right up before, his grey shoulder striking with the center of his russet chest. A moderate bruise immediately flared across his chest, pain springing forth. His opponent would then sink his teeth into his neck, just before his shoulders, at the base of his russet neck, more so to his own left side. Moderate puncture woulds would ensure, drawing blood that blended into his pelt. A snarl of pain ripped free from his jaws as he begun to retaliate.
His crown would tip to his right, jaws following suite. His own jaws would splay, lips peeling back, as he sought to obtain a grip midway down his opponents own neck. He sought after the left portion of his opponent neck, about midway between his grey skull and shoulders. His only goal was to obtain a grip that might give him the upper hand. His left forepaw would then aim to lift, his weight shifting across his three remaining legs, before seeking to slam back down on his opponents own right forepaw. He didn't do anything out of malice, only the need to learn and to survive.
COLTEN vs NOVOCAINE for SPAR: round 1/2 |