Pamela vs Regulus
05-01-2015, 04:37 PM
This was something she found to be exciting. Even Shiki was with her today, though the female was unsure how she felt about him potentially participating in the spars. The slate female wanted to protect him, to protect him from anything and everything. If he were to participate today... The female shook her head, waiting until the spar pairings were announced. Thank goodness Shiki wasn't in those announcements. It would have terribly hurt her heart if he had been. But now there was no more time for distraction -- the time of action called. The female would move away from the other wolves gathered and her eyes would seek out her opponent. Her vision, messed up as it was, left her little to go on sadly. But finally a young man would come close to her, recognized only by his scent and size. His shadowy form was tall, almost frighteningly close to her brother's own height of forty two inches. Perhaps he was even already there. That didn't really matter in the end... she was here to spar with this young man and nothing was going to stop her. The female would ready herself, ears pinning flat against her skull and bicolored eyes narrowing. The woman would lower her head, aligning it with her spine, rolling her shoulders forward as she also scrunched her neck. Defenses were an important part of any fight after all. The female would choose to also tuck her chin inward and her tail underneath her body as well. On instinct her jaws would part, her hackles raising. Her muscles were tense, her legs spread to distribute her weight across them. She was ready, and she would take the opportunity to strike first. The slate female would move, her opponent roughly six feet away from her. Her body would move forward with a push of her hind legs, heading for the young man just a few minor degrees to her right. Her set target was his left shoulder as she came in at a charge, aiming first to slam the left side of her chest into the left side of his own. Parted jaws would then seek to clamp down upon the flesh of his upper shoulder. She would seek to worsen the attack by pushing forward with her hind legs in hopes of tearing the flesh on his shoulder with a shove backward. Rounds:: 1 / 3 Notes:: Distance and rounds agreed upon by Bri~ <3
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