LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Adrenaline coursed sweetly through his veins, heart hammering in his ears as Voltage charged to meet him. Suddenly, his opponent would attempt to stop and Lynd's eyes widened slightly, taking in his opponent's movements, searching for the counterattack but it was too late to stop his own assault. As Voltage twisted away from him the front of Lyndvarr's right shoulder collided painfully with the outside of Lyndvarr's right shoulder, along the scapula bone. Pain rocked through his shoulder and he knew there would be severe bruising to contend with from the brutal collision. Lynd's right forepaw grazed Volt's left forepaw but would not do any lasting damage.
Lynd's fangs missed their intended target and instead sank into the flesh along Volt's ribs, a few inches back from where the scapula met the upperarm, his original target. Blood tainted his tongue as he dug in but the hold he obtained on this rounded surface was awkward. Before Lynvarr could release his grip and stumble back Volt's fangs sank into the base of his neck, right between his shoulder blades where the upper trapezius lay. The scent of his own blood peppered the air as his opponents fangs pierced moderately into his flesh, hooking through the thick fur and getting a solid hold. Dam.
Lynd's defenses remained intact, his head aligned with his spine, chin tucked slightly. His shoulders rolled forward and his neck scrunched back, keenly aware of the need to protect his throat. Hackles remained raised and his limbs were set equidistant apart and bent to lower his center of gravity and keep him low. Weight was divided evenly between his four legs as toes splayed for added grip, claws biting the earth for the traction he'd need to maneuver at such a close range. Brow wrinkled as his eyes narrowed, ears remaining pinned tight to his skull. Lynd's abdomen tensed to offer some protection should his opponent opt to go for his underbelly and his tail tucked between his legs and along his belly, again for added protection. At this close a range it was unlikely he'd need to have his tail act as a rudder.
Abandoning his hold on Volt's ribs Lyndvarr moved with swift elegance for a new target. Gaping jaws opened as his legs coiled a bit further. Lyndvarr bent his neck down, fangs attempting to latch onto Volt's right wrist. His upper fangs sought the flesh on the back of the wrist, his lower fangs sought to rest across the front. Lynd desired to snap his fangs together in a solid hold on the delicate appendage, seeking to cause hairline fractures and intense pain in his opponent. He would end this battle! …and then tend to the other mans injuries, if the other would allow.
As Lyndvarr moved for a hold on the mans wrist he took a step to his own right seeking to line the center of his chest up with the front of the other mans right foreleg. Powerful limbs would uncoil as Lyndvarr attempted to slam the upper center of his chest into the other mans upper arm. He attempted to coordinate the slam with his bite in a desire to get the limb off the ground and unbalance his opponent.
Lynvarr vs Voltage for Spar Rd 2/2
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