Shrike vs Absinthe
05-01-2015, 05:22 PM
ooc. going table-less so that it's easier to read xD I apologize in advance for my lack of skill as well, for the sake of knowing the babus' dimensions, we're saying Absinthe is close to 25" right now, and weighs about 65-70 lbs.
The violet girl had been cautious in signing up for spars. She'd never been in a spar. How were you supposed to fight others? Obviously learning to fight would be necessary if she had any hope of learning how to take care of those she loved. So, she'd decided to bite the bullet and see how things went. If she lost, she'd still gain some learning experience, and some bruises. Alabaster toes would dance across the leaf strewn floor, seeking her partner. Shrike. That was a strange name, but it sounded like shriek. Shrieking was a method of intimidation sometimes, right? Did she just make a horrible mistake? Her name would be called out by an unfamiliar set of vocals, young as well. Glancing in the direction the speech had come from, she took in the form of a young boy. He was bigger than her, but that only inspired her to be brave. She dipped her head politely to him, smiling lightly. "I've never been in a real fight before, sorry if I'm no good." She murmured, dropping dual toned gaze to the ground. That ever so faint trace of a southern drawl played lightly upon her melodies, hoping the excuse could make up for her lack of knowledge. She had the first move. What did that mean? She gets to make the first attack? She made sure to be standing face to face with her partner, for the sake of making everything relatively equal.
She would examine the stance of her opponent, before slowly falling into more or less the same pose. Ears would fall flat against her skull, lavender hued hackles bristling. Toes would curl into the earth as her limbs splayed to evenly distribute her weight over the ground. Tail curled tightly under her, why, she wasn't sure. Mismatched optics would narrow, lips curling up to reveal her teeth. Chin would tuck toward her chest, shoulders rolling forth so the skin of her neck scrunching up for protection.
A low growl would rumble in her narrow chest, the heat of the moment playing upon her instincts. She picked it up well, it seemed. Warily, she would examine her partner. What should she do? Hesitantly, the girl would begin their match. Charging forward, the lilac lass would attempt to veer to her opponents right- her own left. The purple youth would then aim to drive her left shoulder into his right flank (just behind his shoulder). It was an attempt to throw him off balance. If she were especially lucky, which she probably wasn't, he might even fall over. That was more of a fantasy at this point. Should her blow be at all successful, she would also try to snap at the side of the boy. Not too hard, of course. It was just a spar, not a fight to the death! Drawing blood for fun just didn't seem right to the girl. Hopefully her opponent felt the same way, or she'd have to toughen her resolve quickly.
ABSINTHE VS. SHRIKE
round I of II??? for SPAR
DEFENSES:
Eyes narrowed, ears flattened, shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunched up, lips curled, hackles raised, tail tucked, limbs evenly displacing her weight over the ground, chin tucked.
ATTACKS:
Attempting to ram left shoulder just below Shrike's right shoulder (to throw him off balance), and aiming to bite at his flanks.
WOUNDS:
first round
The violet girl had been cautious in signing up for spars. She'd never been in a spar. How were you supposed to fight others? Obviously learning to fight would be necessary if she had any hope of learning how to take care of those she loved. So, she'd decided to bite the bullet and see how things went. If she lost, she'd still gain some learning experience, and some bruises. Alabaster toes would dance across the leaf strewn floor, seeking her partner. Shrike. That was a strange name, but it sounded like shriek. Shrieking was a method of intimidation sometimes, right? Did she just make a horrible mistake? Her name would be called out by an unfamiliar set of vocals, young as well. Glancing in the direction the speech had come from, she took in the form of a young boy. He was bigger than her, but that only inspired her to be brave. She dipped her head politely to him, smiling lightly. "I've never been in a real fight before, sorry if I'm no good." She murmured, dropping dual toned gaze to the ground. That ever so faint trace of a southern drawl played lightly upon her melodies, hoping the excuse could make up for her lack of knowledge. She had the first move. What did that mean? She gets to make the first attack? She made sure to be standing face to face with her partner, for the sake of making everything relatively equal.
She would examine the stance of her opponent, before slowly falling into more or less the same pose. Ears would fall flat against her skull, lavender hued hackles bristling. Toes would curl into the earth as her limbs splayed to evenly distribute her weight over the ground. Tail curled tightly under her, why, she wasn't sure. Mismatched optics would narrow, lips curling up to reveal her teeth. Chin would tuck toward her chest, shoulders rolling forth so the skin of her neck scrunching up for protection.
A low growl would rumble in her narrow chest, the heat of the moment playing upon her instincts. She picked it up well, it seemed. Warily, she would examine her partner. What should she do? Hesitantly, the girl would begin their match. Charging forward, the lilac lass would attempt to veer to her opponents right- her own left. The purple youth would then aim to drive her left shoulder into his right flank (just behind his shoulder). It was an attempt to throw him off balance. If she were especially lucky, which she probably wasn't, he might even fall over. That was more of a fantasy at this point. Should her blow be at all successful, she would also try to snap at the side of the boy. Not too hard, of course. It was just a spar, not a fight to the death! Drawing blood for fun just didn't seem right to the girl. Hopefully her opponent felt the same way, or she'd have to toughen her resolve quickly.
round I of II??? for SPAR
DEFENSES:
Eyes narrowed, ears flattened, shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunched up, lips curled, hackles raised, tail tucked, limbs evenly displacing her weight over the ground, chin tucked.
ATTACKS:
Attempting to ram left shoulder just below Shrike's right shoulder (to throw him off balance), and aiming to bite at his flanks.
WOUNDS:
first round