Quiet is the Night
05-19-2015, 10:16 AM
The boy chose to do something foolish. He spat words at her that she, not a native speaker of the common tongue, could not decipher through his heavy accent, but the intent rang through loudly enough. She allowed her body to slip into a full warrior's stance, ready. She let her joints go loose and fluid, her knees and elbows bending slightly to lower her center of gravity. She squared her stance with her paws just over hip- and shoulder-width apart, and centered her weight to be evenly distributed it over all four legs. Her jet paws spread wide to provide greater surface area, and her toes flexed to drive blunt claws into the ground for greater grip. Her head dropped to be level with her spine, her chin tilting slightly over her throat in protection, though her eyes remained locked on the boy. Her shoulders hunched forward as her head pulled back slightly, the synchronous movements serving to bunch the scruff of her neck into protective rolls of fur and flesh. Striped tail flagged level with her spine, hackles bristling, her ears laying flat to her skull as her eyes narrowed, brow and muzzle wrinkling in a snarl to bring the loose skin up in protective folds around the delicate orbs. The male dashed forward head-on and in response Katja sidestepped to her left in an effort to bring them out of perfect alignment. Arching her neck to her left and down slightly to keep her head out of the way she bent her legs still further to lower her body and dug her claws in harder for greater traction as he came toward her. In the next instant she sought to spring forward and up to meet him, her right shoulder jutting forward as she did in an attempt to drive the hard bone of the front of her shoulder into the bottom side of the crease where his right foreleg attached to his chest - an attempt at driving it outward in a direction it was not meant to bend in the hopes that his forward momentum combined with hers would dislocate the limb. Twisting her neck so her muzzle pointed back toward her right Katja sought to drive her jaws down and to the right in an attempt to gain a hard grip on the male's right foreleg. She aimed for halfway down from the elbow, her lower jaw toward the front of the limb and her nose toward his ribs, intending to clamp down as hard as she could on the limb to put pressure on the bone itself. His left forepaw's attack barely scraped along the outside of her right foreleg, barely drawing a long, thin welt where one claw caught her through her fur as she moved to the side, the minor sting not even a blip on her radar, though if she struck with her shoulder she would gain minor bruising along the bony front that would gain her notice. With her own forward motion and her sideways movement of both body and head her muzzle was unscathed, but the male's teeth struck in the bunched up scruff on the base of her neck on the upper right side immediately over her right shoulder. A grip was unable to be obtained due to her movement but moderate lacerations were opened to bleed profusely down her shoulder. KATJA vs SAVAGE for FORCE CLAIM Round 1/2 Defenses: all in the first actual paragraph Attacks: right shoulder driving into bottom of right shoulder joint in a dislocation attempt, grip attempt on right foreleg Injuries: minor welt to outside of right foreleg, moderate lacerations to upper right side of the base of her neck above right shoulder, possible minor bruising to front of right shoulder (pending attack) OOC Notes: |
