Kismet didn't have many friends in life. It wasn't that he was opposed to making them, it just simply didn't seem to happen all that often though of course mostly that was down to the own decisions he had made in his life. The festival was perhaps a good opportunity to make new friends though Kismet wasn't here now with the intention of doing that. This would be a spar, not the time for small talk.
Courteous enough however he would offer his own name in return; it would be completely rude to suddenly launch straight into attack mode after all. "Kismet Adravendi." He responded, he had planned on offering the first attack to her, though if she wanted to stand around and chat he didn't want to wait all day.
Perhaps to signal conversation time was over, he was swift to set his defences and ready himself for the fight. He widened his stance, spreading his balance and weight evenly over all four paws, claws gripping into the earth and knees bending slightly to lower his centre of gravity. His tail flicked into position, stretched out behind him to align his spine. Shoulders rolled forwards and the anticipation of the fight ahead had his hackles on end and his chin dipped forwards to protect his throat. Ears pinned back close to his skull, eyes narrowing and the, teeth bared and lips curling into a snarl scrunching up the skin around his face.
Any attempt made to attack from this distance would be rather foolish, and so he made his move, quickly charging forwards in a straight line, aligning a little more to Mirabelle's left than her centre, in hope of closing the space between them (shall we say 10 feet?). Kismet's aim wouldn't be to stop upon reaching her, but instead to drive the bony front of his left shoulder into the upper left side of Mirabelle aiming to leave a bruise and perhaps unsettle her balance.
Kismet would shift his weight to his hind legs and front right, raising the left in an attempt to bring it down onto Mirabelle's front left paw to cause bruising, ultimately it would hopefully serve as a distraction as he resettled his balance and stance across all four paws. Aiming a bite to the left side of Mirabelle's face, he sought to place his upper jaws over her left eye and lower would settle upon the left cheek. He hoped to hold for a moment though was careful in this scenario not to apply any serious pressure to cause permanent damage though the intent would typically be to sink heavily into the bite in order to blind the eye and leave cuts across the side of her face.
KISMET vs MIRABELLE
SPAR
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