Pamela vs Regulus

His secondary shove to her chest with his left shoulder point was a success, and though the bruises on his left pectoral and shoulder point were worsened to the point of severe (Zuriel was going to have his hide, he just knew it.), he felt a sense of satisfaction at his success. As his attempt at hooking his left ankle around her left foreleg brought Pamela into a stumble, that satisfaction grew slightly. This was going far better than his first sad attempt of a spar with a tiger. Still, he was beginning to feel the wear and tear of the spar as she braced against his shove, avoiding being toppled. However, he refused to allow that to slow him down.

He kept his weight spread evenly between his three legs, while attempting to retain a hold upon Pamelas left foreleg with his left forelegs ankle, his tail extended behind him at the same level as his spine to act as a balancing rudder, his toes spreading to more evenly distribute his weight as his claws dug into the ground to further his traction. His shoulders were rolled forward over his neck, left shoulder especially pushed forward to guard his neck, his ears pinned to his skull as his scruff scrunched in rolls of fatty protection under stiffly raised hackles. He continued to keep his eyes narrowed to protective slits as he tightened his abdominal muscles.

He attempted to tighten what hold he had on her scruff as he felt her gathering herself to try something. A little idea clicked in his head, and just as she surged upward, so did he, aiming to jerk her off her front paws as his own forepaws left the ground, his weight shifting to bear evenly over his hind paws, his hind claws digging into the ground for added traction, tail sweeping low for balance as he attempted to angle his upward surge forward, while seeking to raise his right foreleg to drape over Pamelas upper back, seeking a solid hold as he aimed to knock her completely off her paws once again. Her body crashed into his central and left chest, and his grip on her scruff afforded him the opportunity to get his nose smothered in her slate colored fur and bonked hard enough to make his eyes water. It did bring his nose to watering, though his upward rise with her had tamed the damage from what it could have been. The bruise on his chest was definitely severe now, throbbing angrily with his excited pulse.

Between his teeth, he tasted blood, that of his opponents, as his teeth tore into her scruff, and he hoped she wouldn’t be mad at him for the injury.

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Regulus vs Pamela for Spar
Round Three of Three.