I'm a lover, not a fighter... most of the time
08-10-2015, 05:09 PM
Leo wouldn't have to wait too long before an opponent appeared in his path. He had almost wished no one would be around so he would have an excuse to go back home, but the vibrantly marked black and yellow man prevented that option from happening. Leo smirked a little at the man's question and chuckled quietly. "I suppose I am," he called back simply. He realized that the other man was settling into his defences and he would quickly do the same. It seemed that introductions weren't needed right now. His mismatched paws spread equally apart under him and his dark claws dug into the soil under them to help gain some traction for his first movements. His eyes narrowed into sapphire slits and his ears folded back against his head while his lips pulled back into a snarl to expose his teeth. His head lowered to be level with his spine as his shoulders rolled toward and skin bunched protectively around his neck. His tail tucked neatly out of the way under him and his knees bent slightly to have more freedom to his movements.
With the man's direction for him to make the first move, Leo hesitated for a moment before pushing himself toward with a growl rumbling in his chest. He would begin to make his way across the eight or so feet that the other man had left between them. The black and yellow man was a couple of inches taller than him, but it seemed like he might have a little bit of advantage in the bulk department. Overall it seemed like a fairly even playing field as far as physical traits went, but he knew he was sure to be out played in skills. Even still, he would try his best to look for some kind of opening and think of some ideas.
When he was maybe a foot or two from his opponent he would slow his steps and leap up onto his hind legs. He adjusted his stance so his hind legs were set apart more to make for a better base. As he raised up onto his back legs he used his right forepaw to scoop up a little of the loose soil and in his momentum would try to fling the dirt into the man's face. He hoped that maybe it would at least make the other man close his eyes and make it a bit easier for him to make his next move. In the same move he would continue his forward momentum in his jump and aim to shove both of his forepaws into the area where the man's neck and right shoulder met. He wanted to push the man over or maybe just knock him off balance a bit. Perhaps his attacks weren't all that violent... but they were what he could come up with in that moment.
Round 1/2
"Speech"