Come At Me, Bro!
A grin found its way to his maw as his attempt at meeting her head on was successful. He felt Warja fall back, (not literally), the impact with bone against bone jarring, but not enough to stop either one. A moderate bruise would blossom on his shoulder from the impact, though the pain would not be felt with the rushing adrenaline coursing through his body. He gritted his teeth slightly as he felt her forepaw hit his right foreleg, cursing himself for being so careless. As a result of that, he knew there would be scratches and bruising there later, though right now he was too focused to think about it.
He would be successful in his strive at biting her scruff, though he'd immediately release and prepare to bite elsewhere. While at the same time, Warja had bit into his left shoulder, blood seeping from the moderate wound that would be created. With narrowed eyes, he growled as the woman strove to further attain her grip. However, he would not allow that so easily. Shoving his weight and shoulder forward, jutting it out as best as he could, he'd attempt to force her jaws open with his shoulder to try and keep her from getting any sort of good grip. He'd also begin to rise onto his hind legs, his forelegs attempting to wrap around Warja's neck to hold her closer to him and to gain control of her head movements. Due to this movement, her attempt at pinning his paw to the ground would not succeed, though he did get some light scratches on his right forepaw as he moved upwards to the wrapping attempt.
Through all this, his defenses remained set. Eyes narrowed, hackles raised, ears pinned to his head, tail flagged out for balance, toes splayed, his scruff bunched, shoulders jutting forward to protect his neck (While the shoulder Warja is biting into was striving to be shoved further into her mouth to force her jaws open instead of closed), muscles tensed ready to act at a moments notice, his weight distributed as evenly as possible upon his hind feet.
Warja would then attempt to drive her left shoulder into his right shoulder would not wholly succeed towards its target. For as he rose onto his hind legs, her shoulder would instead make contact with the bottom right side of his chest, however, not doing much. They were too close after all, so now it seemed to be push vs. shove, thus resulting in just a bit of discomfort for him.
Zell then tipped his chin towards him, his head turning at a leftwards angle and his teeth driving down towards his right, and the brute would attempt to grip the top of Warja's muzzle, top teeth seeking to grasp the left side of her top muzzle(or whichever is the opposite side of him), and bottom teeth seeking to grasp the right side of her top muzzle(closest to him). He wasn't aiming to break her jaw, simply to gain control of her head as well as discomfort. Perhaps some mild lacerations as well, and to further help in his attempt at keeping her from making the bite on his shoulder(where she was already biting) any worse.
Zell vs Warja for Spar |
