OOC: sounds good to me I need practice adhering to the standard default time.
LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lynd watched the other male carefully, could see the gears turning in the boy's mind. Oh to be that young again… it brought back memories of his own training. As the boy set his defenses Lyndvarr set his as well. Eyes narrowed and his ears pinned back as his brow wrinkled and jaws parted revealing his ivory daggers. Claws dug into the earth as his toes splayed for more surface area, his legs moved equidistant apart, his weight spreading evenly among them as each one bent just slightly to lower his center of gravity. Hackles laced down his back as his shoulders rolled forward and his neck scrunched back. Lynd's chin tucked slightly as his tail and head moved to align with his spine. Sapphire eyes watched the boy with curiosity, interested to see what the youth's first move would be. Lyndvarr was not the type to hold back, he just hadn't been brought up that way. However, he was learning that most of the wolves of Alacritis restrained themselves in training spars and Lynd sought to do the same…
As the boy charged Lyndvarr did as well. Lyndvarr aimed to close the distance between them and as Ash stepped to his own (Ash's) right, Lyndvarr sought to step a few times to his own right, eyes targeting the youth's back left leg. As his position shifted the pair collided. Due to his movement Ash's upper left shoulder would miss his chest and instead graze forcibly past the outside of Lyndvarr's upper left shoulder. The two limbs grinding past each other with enough force to cause light bruising to Lyndvarr as he tried to push past the larger wolf, focus still intent on his target.
The movement would also slightly displace Ash's fangs as the teeth would pierce through the flesh off his left cheek causing moderate lacerations but failing to gain hold. Lyndvarr attempted to come in low as his head tilted to his own right, jaws splayed open in an attempt to grab hold over the boy's left knee, his upper fangs seeking to tear into the flesh on the outside of the leg, his lower jaws seeking the flesh on the inside of the leg as Lynd sought to capture the knee joint between his jaws in a powerful hold.
Simultaneously as Lynd moved to bite the boy he threw the bony upper point of his left shoulder upward and slightly to the left in an attempt to lance the bony appendage up into the underside of the boy's left sided gut, a few inches in front of where the left side connected to the left leg. He hoped to severely bruise the delicate area and maybe make the boy wretch. As he moved for the shoulder throw Lyndvarr's weight shifted to his front left leg and back legs so that his right foreleg could lift off the ground. Lynd attempted to wrap his right forepaw behind Ash's left hind leg, just above the heel where he hoped to jerk the limb back toward himself and perhaps unbalance his opponent.
As he attacked Lyndvarr's tail tucked tightly between his legs and across his belly for added protection, knowing he'd left himself somewhat open and also in the realization that he probably could've thrusted his shoulder into the boys budding manhood. Lærke would never let him live it down if he was brought to earth by a blow to the privates.
Lyndvarr vs Ashmedai for Spar (Rd. 1 of 2)
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