Aislinn vs Chione

The woman slithered through the breaking crowd after having her announced sparring partner's name stored in her mind. She made no hesitations in finding the individual known as Chione. Her vision studied every feature of the younger girl as she approached her. Movements halted as she stood facing her opponent, leaving a gap of five metres between them. The scent of Arcanum clung to her pelt, was she a new arrival? Obviously so, judging by her blinded right eye. Assumptions told her the fight had not ended in the girl's favour. A sweet sickly grimace tugged at her expression. Already gotten into a fight, haven't we dear?

Defences instinctively and smoothly fell into place. Shoulders rolled forward, head lowered to align with spine and straightened tail while hackles raised and abdominal muscles tightened. Legs were planted firmly, evenly distributing her weight across all four limbs. Toes splayed out with claws dug into the soil for grip. Ears laid flat on her skull as lips curled into a snarl and cheeks scrunched. Through a narrowed cerulean gaze her eyes locked onto the slightly smaller opponent directly facing her. Let's see how you really move.

Whether her opponent was ready or not, the spar would commence. She began with a smooth charge, attempting to close the distance in as few strides as possible. After travelling half the distance, her left shoulder would jut out forward, attempting to drive it into the centre of Chione's chest upon impact. Her head snapped to her left, chin tucking slightly as jaws parted. In a swift movement, she would attempt to sink her upper teeth in the space between Chione's eyes (closer to her left eye) and her lower teeth in the centre Chione's left cheek. While this happened, Aislinn's right foreleg would tightly wrap around Chione's left foreleg (a little further up from the ankle), attempting to yank it in a straight direction sidewards on Chione's left in the hopes of spraining the muscle or disrupting balance.