The Clock Stopped Ticking Forever Ago {M}

The female retaliated with anger, demanding to know of his identity and standing up for her right not to be judged. Such words only dangerously fuelled his hunger for a fight, bringing a devilish smirk to his lips. The argument truly was in his favour as the canine blabbered on with unnecessary words. He paid no attention to this useless speech until the expected remark on his size thundered from her vocals. Consumed by her pride and vanity, it was only a natural thought that perceived smaller creatures as weaker opponents. However, height held no relevance to the lynx. Perhaps on the smarter side it was best if he didn't push his own luck with larger opponents, but he wasn't going to turn back now.

"With pleasure." He sweetly remarked after she hissed about who would find blood on their pelt. He took this as an invite to release the thrashing energy inside of him. Within moments he raised his line of defence with a battle stance. It was a feline instinct to raise his fur on end to increase his size and to protect the neck area. Limbs were spread an equal distance apart, bent at the joint with toes splayed and retractable claws unsheathed to dig into the soil. His position shifted to face the wolf head on with a distance of no more than ten metres between them. A lashing tail halted its movements, straightening to align with his spine and lowered head. Ears were pinned to his skull with his chin tucked and lips pulled back to reveal snarling teeth. There would be blood all over her pretty white pelt when he was finished with her.

He was determined to find advantages with his size, and so he began with a sleek charge (head on). He would attempt to close the distance between them as agilely as possible. Within the last few metres before reaching her position, his right shoulder would extend out in an attempt to steer it into the area where the female's left shoulder blade is attached to the chest (the area just where those two meet). Moments after, his weight would redistribute to balance himself upon his hind legs as he brought his forelegs in front of his chest and off from the ground. He gains a few inches in height, almost matching the height of his opponent. Without hesitation, his lifted right forepaw would attempt to slam down on the tip of the wolf's left scapula (just on the borderline between the scapula and the dorsal bones) while his left forepaw would attempt to slam upon the same area but on the female's right side (both forepaws will come down at the same time). His claws are unsheathed, which means as they make contact with the female's shoulder blades, he will attempt to dig them into the flesh as deep as possible in the hopes to cause piercings. At the same time, his shoulders and upper body would shift to his right while his back legs and hindquarters remain unchanged. This leaves his head facing the area half way between her head and her left shoulder. As he tilts his chin slightly to his left to face the woman's left cheek, his jaws gape open and lunge forward to fasten his teeth on her left side of her face in the attempt to bite. His upper teeth would aim to sink into the centre of the area between her nose and left eye at a forty five degrees angle while his lower teeth would aim to sink into the area of her left cheek just before the lower jawbone began and almost parallel to her left ear.
Click for ref of bite.

Ronon vs Lavendel for DOMINANCE

Round 1 of ? (you can decide)

Injuries: Moderate bruising to right shoulder blade

OOC: Please PM me if you have any questions with this