Xephyris vs Cypress

He was aching, but did that mean he wouldn't participate? No, far from it. It was because of this loss, this failure, that he wanted to try. Try harder than before. He would breathe in when the spar pairings were announced. So it was him versus Xephyris? Very well. The man would breathe in as he stepped apart from the rest of the group, giving himself roughly five feet apart from the other. Cypress would let his mismatched eyes fall on the other man, speaking in a clear tone. "I'll take the first move, if you don't mind." Giving his opponent only a limited time to speak out in protest the man would make his move.

Cypress would charge forward like a bat out of hell. His shoulders rolled forward, head aligned with his spine and chin tucked close. His ears were pinned back, eyes narrowed, and tail tucked beneath him. His stance was widened, his legs spread and weight evenly distributed across his four limbs. His hackles were raised, lips snarling as he threw himself at his opponent in a headlong charge.

Cypress would change direction at the last moment, veering off to the side. He would hit the ground hard, claws biting into the soil as he veered off to his own left, his opponent's right. Then, as he tried to come alongside the other, he sought to slam his right side into Xyphyris' own to knock the other off balance. In addition he would raise his right forepaw to attempt to strike down upon Xy's back right forepaw squarely upon the toes, shifting his weight back to his other three legs as he did so.

Cypress vs Xephyris || Round:: One Out Of  Two