Warja's first attack against Artemis earns her moderate success and because of this, the meaty outside of her [Warja's] right shoulder bruises modestly after making contact with the meaty outer side of her opponent's left hind thigh, several inches shy of her intended target. It matters not – the fight continues.
Her second attack, while missing her target entirely, grants her more success. The bony forward-facing part of Warja's right shoulder makes contact with the patella of Artemis' left hind leg and much like her first attack, this earns her [Warja] a bruise along the point of contact. Given time, this new ache will blossom into a moderate bruise – its worse off state given thanks to the lack of padding over the bone in her shoulder. Her bite attempt and toe stomp were both successful, each accomplishing a satisfying amount of damage.
Blood seeping from her opponent's wounds coats her mouth with the bitter taste of copper. Unlike some who find pleasure in tasting the blood of an enemy, Warja does not. It's a good sign, but nothing more. The flesh between her teeth gives her an idea and inspires her next round of attacks. Attempting to maintain her grip on Artemis' thigh, Warja seeks to worsen the wound by applying more pressure and rapidly jerking her head from side to side. Her goal is to create irreparable damage to the muscle and render the limb permanently useless.
Hoping that keeping the limb immobilized will aid her father in his efforts, Warja decides to use her position to their advantage. Attempting to maintain her grip on Artemis' left hind paw, the young medic sought to shift her forward weight entirely over her right forepaw in the hopes of grinding all four of the toes on Artemis' left hind paw into the ground and damage them further. Those that weren't fractured she sought to fracture, and those that were, she sought to break further. Artemis wasn't, and forever wouldn't be, welcome in Secretua. Warja wanted to make that loud and clear. No one was responsible for her wounds but her. It was her own egotistical pride and stupidity, and nothing else. If she believed otherwise then she was double the fool, blind to reality and a type of conceited that Warja couldn't begin to fathom.
Her stance wide, Warja's knees remained bent in the hopes of lowering her center of gravity and making her position unshakable. Her toes splayed (except those on her right forepaw) to better her balance, each nail digging into the soil in the hopes of grounding her further. She tucked her tail in the hopes of keeping it from harm. Along her spine, Warja's hackles stood straight and tall; a protective barrier keeping her from harm and making her displeasure known. Her shoulders rolled forward to loosen the skin at her throat and shield it from harm. Her eyes remained narrowed and her ears remained pinned for their safety.
RUNE and WARJA versus ARTEMIS for REMOVAL FROM SECRETUA
Round ONE of ONE
