Pamela vs Regulus
05-07-2015, 11:18 AM
Pamela would feel pain as she tried to lift her left forepaw away his own left forepaw would come crashing down upon her paw. There was surely some moderate bruising to come her way by how much it ached but that was fine. In spars there was surely no real winners or losers. This festival was focusing on fun, and she had to remind herself of that. It wasn’t shameful to lose, and the way the fight was going, well, she was sure she was going to be announcing her own defeat soon. But Pamela felt no shame... Only excitement as the fight continued. This young man certainly made for a good opponent! Her ears remained pinned against her skull as she fought on. Her eyes were narrowed now not just as a defense, but in determination to keep fighting on. Luckily, though she had gotten her own toes bruised, her own paw stomp had a mild success. She had gotten the last toe, maybe two, with her stomp. Leg would settle upon the earth where it fell. Her legs were spread, weight thrown down evenly among the limbs, would only support her for so long against his larger bulk and weight. Toes too were spread and claws would bite into the soil in a desperate attempt to hold her own against this youth. The woman’s neck would remain scrunched, not wanting to give him a better hold should he try for it. Tail remained safely tucked, hackles raised, and shoulders would remain in their rolled forward position as she braced herself against him. Further pain would flare up on her chest, the bruising heading in the direction of severe now. As if that wasn’t bad enough, so focused on keeping herself bared into the ground, see would neglect the fact his left foreleg was raised once more, and she would feel herself pull forward just as her fangs left their slashes upon his belly. She would stumble, pushing with her back legs to fall lower rather than back. Right leg would slide forward, held by her opponent as he growled into her fur. He refused to back down, and she would make one last attempt before calling it quits. The maneuver may have been seen as desperate, but Pamela did not have many options left. Her opponent was sure to topple her any moment, due to his hold, so unless she managed to make him release it her chances of winning this match were next to none. Trying to catch herself, to keep her weight in, she would take the weight that she had thrown down and push it back upward, aiming to slam herself into his jaws and chest. If all failed she’d be on her back in the next moment, or at least stumbling around like a drunk. She would tear her scruff more surely, to worsen the bite he gave it, but hell, she was stubborn too. Rounds:: 3/3 Notes:: So sorry about all the derping Bri! I’m really sorry to the judges too. My medicine really had me derping hardcore in many of these fights. ;-; I thank Bri for her patience with me during this. I know my clarity scores are really going to suffer in this fight... And thank you to whomever takes it on.
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