Seconds before his impact was to hit Einarr would do something a little more on the drastic side himself. He would fling himself upward slightly, raising onto his back paws and shifting his weight to his back paws to make up for his balance. His jaws still aimed for the upper trapezius of the man. But the moment impact landed there was that little reminder that he was not fighting against some greenhorn.
The bony part of Valentine’s shoulder would dig into the left center of his chest, rather than his throat where it initially was intended. A woosh of air would leave him all the same, a burning bloom of pain a reminder of the severe bruise that was to show up there.
Luckily, in partically throwing his boy into the slam he had raised his right forepaw out of the range of the slate man, avoiding damage from the paw slam. The boy would come back to the earth, landing in a flurry of dust. Teeth would end up instead puncturing above Valentine’s left shoulder, the rest of his bite scraping along Valentine’s nexk. There was not enough energy nor momentum to get the hold he had sough so Einarr would dismiss it, instead focusing on retaliation for the attack that was to come.
The boy would lower his head back along with his spine, dropping front end down as he lunged yet again, this time for meaty area of Valentine’s back left leg, about two inches from the ankle on the outside. Because of his sudden lung Valentine’s own bite was displace, scraping along the back of his neck and down his back, failing to gain any sort of hold.
Ears would remain pinned as the boy kept his fighting stance. Eyes narrowed, sheer determination within. Shoulders were rolled forward from his lunge, tail raising out ward like a banner now. Weight was redistributed across his four limbs, legs widened along with his toes, and claws biting into the soil. Limbs bent as he made his attack, lips snarling as he attempted his bite.
Furthermore Einarr would shift his weight, raising his right forepaw in an attempt to quickly slam down squarely upon the back left paw of his opponent. In addition he would use his tail as a hopeful distraction, swinging it to the right side of his opponent in a smacking manner.
