Help, I'm Dying.

Opposition met her. Kylar's grandsons angry words met her ears, causing her lips to pull back into a snarl. He would burst from the den, only a few feet parting them. He would rush towards her, coming at her head on, which she would allow. But instead of allowing his left shoulder to collide with the center of her chest, she would aim to take a single step to her own right, so that his shoulder collided with the blunt bone of the left portion of her chest. A moderate bruise would fare across her chest, though she didn't have time to think. His jaws would land slightly lower than his intended target due to her step to the side, landing about midway down the left side of her neck. Moderate puncture wounds would ensure following his bite.

Rage would swell in her chest. Her crown would tip to her right, jaws also seeking to turn to her right. She would aim to grab a hold of the left side of his neck. Jaws aimed to grab nearly center across his neck so that his spine lay beneath her jaws. She sought a grip that would give her control over his head so that she could force him to the ground. Simultaneously her left shoulder would jut forward in an attempt to jab at his windpipe. Then her left foreleg would seek to lift, weight immediately redistributing, so that she would then try and slam it down on his own left forepaw with as much force as she could muster. What in the hell had gotten into these two? Now both had acted out in defiance.

All the while defenses remained in place: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, neck scrunched, shoulder rolled forward, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, weight evenly distributed, head level with spine, chin tucked, tail straight and aligned with her spine.

"CATALEYA vs COLTEN for COHEN/MAIM (FACIAL SCARRING): round 1/2"

occ- yes, i agreed that they are only about 2 feet apart lol