Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry
04-14-2015, 10:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-14-2015, 10:42 AM by Mercy I.)
He named himself a tiger, also introducing himself. Pulling her purple gaze from roaming his body she smiled softly at him, dipping her head in greeting. "I am Mercy, and it is a pleasure to meet you." Oh Revenge was certainly going to kill her for getting into a fight with a big kitty like this. Those teeth and claws were meant to do a lot more damage then Mercy could ever dream of. He smiled at her, telling her that he couldn't quite keep a promise that he wouldn't slice her into little pieces. She chuckled, fast on her feet indeed. For the first time in a long time, she was finally excited for a fight, no matter how cut up she may walk away from this. As the tiger pounced at her, she was almost mesmerized by the way that he moved. But as he got closer she ducked her body down into a play bow, her front limbs sliding forward as her chest nearly touched the earth, rump still high in the air. Purple eyes watched carefully as his chest nearly missed her head as he reared up, his massive paws wrapping around nothing but air. From this lower vantage point the tiger's belly was exposed to her. Smirking, Mercy attempted to raise herself back up onto all fours, trying to dash forward as her jaws parting as she attempted to bite into his soft underbelly, just a few inches down from his sternum and directly in the center of his stomach. Mercy hoped to lock her teeth in, waiting to achieve a grip on the sensitive underside. Because she had risen up before his bite, however, she felt the sharp sting of his teeth entering her body, cutting through it like butter. She had moved slightly, so instead of locking around her ear, he managed to bite down on the left side of her neck, about an inch down from her ear. His lower jaws were only a few centimeters away from her spine, while his top jaws sunk in on the outer portion of the side of her neck, an inch from her bottom jaw. The wound was pretty deep, as his jaws kept hold of her a rather severe wound formed. She swallowed hard, knowing damn well that this might have been a stupid idea. But it was too late to back off now. Knowing that she had put herself in a rather awkward position, her mind reeled to try and come up with another attack. Thinking fast, Mercy attempted to lift up her front right leg, trying to bring it over the left hind paw of the massive cat. In one fluid motion, she tried to return her paw to the earth, hoping to slam it right on top of his left hind paw. She hoped to cause some bruising, hopefully spraining some of the toes. Because of her now tri-pod stance, Mercy shifted her weight slightly to her own left as the rest of her defenses slid into place. Her eyes were still narrowed and her ears flat against her skull. Her paws on the ground were equal distance apart, toes spread and claws dug into the earth. Her shoulders rolled forward, her neck trying to align with her spine as best it could. Her tail was aligned with her spine as well, legs bent slightly. Mercy was going to start to have to react faster if she wanted to walk away with all her body parts attached. ------------------------------------------------------ MERCY vs SKæLINGR for SPAR ROUND 1 of 3 *Had to edit to change the rounds, Kat watched!* Speech |
Mercy likes to swear and bite, and she can be unpredictable. She's not always nice, and is quick to jump into a fight. Thread at your own risk.
Mercy has a visible scar from her shoulders down to the middle of her back, in a v like shape. Not all of her art shows this.