Hit it with your fat wallet
07-27-2015, 07:04 PM
Their chests would slam together with Voltage's momentum meeting Valentine's weight. Volty knew he hadn't been strong enough, nor weighed enough to do a thing to Valen's balance, so when he did little but touch the ground Voltage would merely grin inwardly. Pain was instant, swelling through his own chest in bruises, deep enough to blossom almost instantly. Beneath his fur, the colors would be dark, almost worrisome as the days went on, but luckily his fur was dark enough to hide such a sight. There was a slight moment of triumph as his paws found purchase in Valentine's fur along the sides of his shoulders, as his teeth met their mark. It had been such a long time since he had felt such joy, it was an odd sliver of the feeling, something that belonged only to fighting. He loved the feel of his teeth in flesh, loved the rough and tumble way of battle, he didn't even mind the pain that followed because the adrenaline he felt weakened the feeling slightly, (at first. Voltage always whined about it after to whomever would be willing to listen.). And this man, this Valentine, was surely a fantastic sparring partner. When he achieved his grip, Voltage would tighten his stomach muscles and further dig his hind toes and claws into the ground for purchase. His hind limbs were extended, knees locked to keep him solid and upright against his opponents brute strength and size. His lips would curl as a savage snarl ripped from his throat. He had never been a quiet man, especially in battle. Eye would narrow as he thought, the miniscule moments between seconds before Valentine would react, and his ears remained forever plastered to the back of his head. Valentine's head would thrash, teeth ripping through flesh and causing Voltage's eyes to water. He'd hiss into his hold, his eyes narrowing even more as the blood would seep through the thin and then thick fur along his head and neck. The pain was instant, harsh, but it did not cause Voltage to falter, he had felt worse from his siblings. Instead, he'd allow the thrash to move his own head, and thus would possibly and inadvertedly allow him to hopefully cut harsher lacerations into Valentine's neck. The moment he felt the sudden, added pressure to his chest Voltage would suck in a breath of air. Because Valentine hadn't taken a step back to create momentum, nor did he seem to be adding it with any steps forward, the shove (albeit strong) wasn't much more than just that, a shove. He would stumble only slightly, taking a step back and behind him with his left hind paw to create a more tripod stance and his tail would whip out behind him, to further manage his balance. Toes would continue to press into dirt and his forlegs would clench, attempting to dig his dull claws further into Valen's skin where they had purchase to help hold on. Since there was not so much of an impact, but rather a pressed hold and then shove, the pain was not extravagant. It did anger the bruises he had there from their previous impact, but it wasn't anything he really blinked at. The moment Valentine began his push Voltage would take advantage of the momentum given to him and he'd relax his jaws just enough to hopefully keep his bite, but also enough that when Valentine shoved forward he could attempt to dig in further to the thick flesh, to grasp a tight hold and hopefully achieve the choke hold he had wished for the last time he tried this. All this time his fur would remain raised, his shoulder would keep clenched to protect the back of his neck. His hackles were risen, and his body remained clenched to try and keep his balance strong against the brute he was facing. Voltage vs Valentine 2/2 Practice |
