Pamela vs Regulus

It was time to test himself; hopefully not against a tiger. The spars had been called, and his name had been paired with someone named Pamela. Definitely not someone he knew. So he had watched the crowd, looking for who reacted to the name. He spotted a slate colored female with mismatched eyes of red and sapphire. She was pretty in her coloring, and way smaller than he was; something he’d already expected, and thank the darkness she wasn't a tiger. He meandered toward her until she saw him, and he offered a friendly wag and smile before following her example and quickly falling into some defenses, those he could remember, squaring his stance, spreading his toes and digging his claws into the turf.

His head lowered, chin tucking to protect his throat, jaws gaping and face morphing into a wrinkled snarl expression, eyes squinting to narrow slits as his ears pinned. He rolled his shoulders forward, his tail flagging out behind him level with his spine as he scrunched his neck back, scruff rolling into a fatty defensive layer as his hackles raised along his back and scruff. His mother had drilled the defenses into his head. Lastly, he remembered to tense his abdomen, and bend his legs to lock his center of gravity and make himself less easy to knock off balance.

He watched her, and saw her charge at him. He tensed his muscles as she came slightly to his left (her right), and as she slammed into his left breast, he thrust the left point of his shoulder forward, aiming to drive it into into the center of her upper chest, where her windpipe met her breast, while raising his left front paw, shifting his weight onto his other three legs for the moment before aiming to smash his left forepaw down on Pamelas left front paw toes, intending to sprain them. A heavy bruise bloomed where their chests met, spreading the width of his left pectoral. He felt her jaws grasp his shoulder, her upper canines leaving moderate scratches in their wake, but taking only a mouthful of blood tainted red fur with them as she shoved into him.

He dug his claws into the ground, bracing against her shove as he sought to snake his head forward, aiming to clamp his jaws on the upper left side of Pamelas scruff, at the central point of her neck, while he used his considerably larger size and heftier size in an attempt to shove forward into Pamelas left chest with his left chest, aiming to knock his opponent off her balance and possibly off her feet. His tail flagged outward like a rudder for balance, claws sinking into the ground for traction. Time to see if his training had helped at all.

Regulus vs Pamela for: Spar
Round 1/3