Come At Me, Bro!
He smirked as she kicked off. His defenses settling into place naturally and easily. Though he was a little rusty in fighting, he knew many tricks and counters from when he was taught back home. His hackles rose, eyes narrowed, ears tucked against his skull, his shoulders rolled forward to protect his neck and his chin tucked to further protect his throat. Simultaneously his aligned his head and tail with his spine, his tail out like a rudder for what he was about to do. His claws dug into the dirt, toes spreading and his balance evened out. With the distance between them, he had enough time to move, and move he did.
As she aimed to come in towards his right side, he would lower his center of gravity. Though he was large, he was heavier and had more bulk and strength. Bending his knees and thrusting out his right shoulder, Zell would charge forward, hoping to ram into Warja head on and deflect her attack with the bony part of his shoulder. Depending on how this maneuver went, a bruise may potentially blossom there should he make contact. The head on positioning would now change the game. The bite that Warja intended for his armpit would land on the top of his shoulder, though it was a moderate wound. A snarl ripped through Zell's chest as he sought to push forward, an attempt to force her back or force her to the ground. As he tried to do this, Zell's jaws snapped open then, his teeth seeking to bite at the back of her neck, and should he achieve a grip then he'd try to keep his grip. Simultaneously, his right forepaw struck out, his other three limbs rebalancing, as he attempted to hook his right forepaw around her left forepaw, hoping to trip her up or distract her so his bite attack could land. |
