Pamela vs Regulus
| Regulus Anatolii Adravendi |
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Regulus’ left shoulder point met squarely in Pamelas chest, and he heard the rush of air that left her lungs as a gasp caught his pinned ears. He wanted to wince, but this wasn’t quite the time for it. Clear mind, smart moves. His toe slam attempt on Pamelas toes was only half successful, a solid hit, but it slid off and he guessed he had only bruised them. He was okay with that. He didn’t want to cripple her.
His attempt to grasp her scruff was successful, and he obtained a loose hold on her scruff, and sought to tighten his grip on the loose skin as he made his push. All four paws were firmly squared, weight distributed over each set of spreading toes. He felt her bracing against his shove, felt her left shoulder flex as her left front leg lifted, and instinctually shifted his left front paw slightly, feeling a moderate bruise flare on the outer two toes of his left front paw as her paw glanced off them. He lifted his left front paw, throwing the point of his left shoulder forward in an attempt to slam her chest again and worsen previous damage as his other three legs took his weight to maintain his balance in the maneuver. His tail flagged, waving for balance like a rudder as he snaked his left front paw forward in an attempt to hook his ankle around her left front leg, intending to yank her leg forward out from under her.
His shoulders rolled forward into place over his neck, ears pinning against his head as his toes spread over the ground to add traction as his claws dug into the ground. As she made to bite for his belly, he rammed forward, aiming once more to knock her off balance and deflect her attack on his belly. Still, he felt her canines leave a moderate set of slashes in his flesh. Still, he refused to back off, instead continuing to attempt to shove his weight into her. He growled softly, muffled in fur, eyes squinching to narrow slits, hackles raised, face wrinkled in a scowl. His scruff was scrunched to the best of it’s ability to protect his neck and vertebrae. He kept his left shoulder forward most to block access to that side of his throat, more of his mother and cousins tutelage coming to mind. Meanwhile, his hind claws sank deepest into the dirt to lend more power to his shove attempt.
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