Lark vs. Limno

*Lark* · 04-21-2015, 10:37 AM

Lark really didn't know what to expect. He'd seen some spars from a distance, but he'd never been part of one himself. He'd done some hunting training, though this was far more complex, it seemed. Instinctively he would shuffle into a more defensive stance. Not wanting to be knocked off balance, he'd let his legs spread slightly, bending at the joint, knowing if he stood too stiff he could be knocked over just as easily. His toes would spread and he'd try to grip the soil with his claws, not knowing if Limno was going to come straight for him or not, but wanting to be prepared. Likewise, his tail would unfurl from where it lay limply and instead level itself with his back, while his head dropped to align with his skull and his lips pulled back in a silent snarl.

He was silently as she thanked him, intently focused as she shifted to move forward. Everything happened rather quickly, not giving him much time to react. Her jaws would part as she aimed to bite where his shoulder met his neck. A flare of pain washed through him as her teeth began to tear into his muscle there, a small bruise forming at the impact. But he also felt adrenaline begin to pump through him, the sharp pain transforming into a dull ebbing as something like rage begin to build in his core. Tensing his core muscles, he would push his weight into the bite, aiming mostly with his right shoulder, hoping to force her back and push her out of the bite she'd inflicted upon him.

Meanwhile, his own jaws would unhinge as he attempted to tilt his head up slightly (no higher than 45 degrees) and to his own right, aiming to snap at the side of her face -- wanting to come down on the cheek area beside her right eye. As he did so, he kept his stance firm and his legs spread for traction, though still he tried to push forward with his right shoulder to attempt to knock her off-balance.

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