Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry
04-25-2015, 05:53 PM
She was a quick little devil, he'd give her that, but he wasn't going to simply let her get away. His chest thrust missed as his forearms wrapped around thin air but the instant he saw her duck he rotated his paws to aim his claws down, attempting to swipe them down at the femme, letting gravity assist him in the downward motion. He sought to drive the claws of his left forepaw down the right side of the base of her neck in front of her right shoulder in a slashing motion that would hopefully end with his paw back on the ground. His right foreclaws would seek to land in between the girls shoulder blades in an attempt to throw more of his massive weight into the girl and pin her down on the ground. She lunged and Skæ's abdomen tenses as he realized she was going beneath him. Thankfully at that moment his jaw attack succeeded though due to her forward lunge his attack didn't land where he'd hoped it would. Instead his jaws sunk into her upper neck an inch back from her jaw. He succeeded in getting a hold and due to that fact as well as his exceptional body length in comparison to the wolf he was able to prevent her attack from reaching his belly. However he would not escape unscathed as her jaws cut moderate lacerations into the lower center of his muscular chest, between his forelegs, seizing a precarious hold on the large, awkward surface and making him hiss in pain. Dammit. Skælingr did not see her paw attack but do to his previous hold on her upper neck near her head she was unable to get far enough underneath him to stomp on his left hind paw. In addition to his adjusted paw attacks Skælingr simply hoped to keep his bite grip on her upper neck even though he knew it was precarious for if he held onto her she could do serious damage to his chest. He only hoped that his paws would be able to pin her, or at least limit her movement, before it came to that. All the while he kept his defenses as best he could. Fur and hackles remained on end, head and tail shifting to align with his spine, eyes narrowed, ears pinned to his head as his shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunching back, chin tuckled. His hind legs were spread wide, coiling to lower his center of gravity as he hoped to bring his weight down on his foe. Back toes were spread, claws unsheathed, tearing into the earth. His abdomen remained tensed on the chance his grip might falter. This rush, the danger, he had to admit he was having fun despite himself. Skælingr vs Mercy for SPAR Rd. 2/3 |