Hit it with your fat wallet

*Valentine* · 07-18-2015, 10:11 PM

OOC: Arin and I have decided that they are facing one another head on

His gaze casual, the King watched as a smaller man approached him. He returned the polite nod that was given to him. "Since your here I'm going to assume you'd like to fight." At this Valentine flashed an impish grin and rumbled a deep, throaty chuckle. "Oh, indeed I would," he purred back. "You go first." The King dipped his head in a show of acceptance before beginning to set his defenses. They fell rapidly and with a fluidity that spoke of years of practice. His grin took on a fiercer edge, lips curling higher in an effort to bunch the skin around his eyes. Slate ears slicked back and lay flat against the slope of his crown as his eyes narrowed to protect his sight. His head lowered and his shoulders rolled forward to create a protective hollow around his throat. Along his back, Valentine's hackles rose as he leveled his tail with his spine. To make himself hard to displace, the brute placed his paws slightly wider than shoulder and hip width apart, bent his knees slightly, splayed his toes and dug his nails into the dirt. Lastly he tensed, muscles going taunt as he prepared to launch himself at his nameless opponent. He should really introduce himself, shouldn't he? Manners and whatnot. "Name's Valentine."

His opponent had come at him head on and left a distance of roughly 10 feet between them, which Valentine found perfectly agreeable. The only thing he really had an issue with was the distance. It was awfully hard to bite someone who stood so far away. He'd have to fix that, now wouldn't he?

Kicking off suddenly, Valentine attempted to close the distance between himself and his opponent at a startling speed. He wanted to maintain their head on positioning as he began his attacks. First order of business was to get as close as he possible could. Seconds before impact he intended to rear up (his weight redistributing to accommodate the move as he did so) and then slam his chest downwards in the hopes of ramming the entirety of it into both the lower portion of his opponent's neck and the upper portion of his chest. Given the size difference he figured the width of his chest would easily cover the width of his opponent's chest. The movement was oddly reminiscent of a ram seeking to drop the weight of his horns onto the head of his opponent.

As he began his descent, the King straightened and stiffed his forelegs in the hopes of stomping on both of his opponent's forefeet. He intended for these moves (the slam and the stomps) to be in one fluid motion, with the slam landing a split second before his weight carried him to the ground and all for feet were planted solidly once more. Valentine hoped that the pad of his left forefoot would land squarely on top of his opponent's right forefoot and that the pad of his right forefoot would land squarely on his opponent's left forefoot. He aimed to pin each forefoot in the hopes of severely limiting his opponent's ability to move.

Hoping to use his height to his advantage, Valentine rotated his head to his left and then suddenly snaked it forward. Jaws flinging wide he attempted to sink his teeth into the top of his opponent's muzzle. He sought to drive his upper canines into the right side of his opponent's muzzle directly in front of his right eye and his lower canines directly across from them, hopefully sinking them into the skin in front of his opponent's left eye. The King sought a strong grip that would not only give him control of his opponent's head, but cause blinding pain.

It was a fine day indeed.

VALENTINE versus VOLTAGE for SPAR
Round ONE of TWO

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