Fang Over Fang
Ooh, someone had answered his little call. He nearly danced in place unable to contain himself at tasting the blood of a rather large woman. Her perfume was tantalizing, but then again the perfume of any woman made him giddy. It made him all the more eager to fight them because, well...he got something he wanted when it was over, presuming he won. "You're a smart one you are, oh yes. It is a fight that I want and..." He giggled rather creepily, manic eyes flashing with desire at his teeth parted in a smile. "Winner gets a tooth from the other, that will be the deal. Like the term eye for an eye, but...I want a shiny tooth of yours to add to my collection." Giggling stopped, head tilting suddenly to the side with a mock questioning gaze. "Unless of course, you prize your looks too much?"
No matter. He wasn't one for words really, and it would be known as he slowly moved forward and circles around her left as he chanted. "Mary had a little lamb...whose blood did stain the snow..." Ah, one of his many favorites. Though she was far from being a lamb, would...her blood still stain the same? Only one way to find out. Without any indication, he erupted into an outburst of movement as he sprung. He would attempt to close the yard and a half between them, dirt flying up behind him when he kicked off in a flurry of movement. The brute's shaggy coat rose, hackles bristling along his spine. Manic amber gaze narrowed as his grayed ears pinned to his head, likewise his head lowered slightly over his throat whilst his shoulders rolled forward in preparation to strike. He lowered his head, jaws splayed open as he distributed his weight evenly across all four limbs, toes spread and claws biting into the dirt for traction, and to aid in his maneuvers, his tail flagged out and acted as a rudder to guide him.
He aimed towards her left flank, the man attempting to use his momentum and shoulders as a battering ram to bruise her side, jaws gaping open as he sought to place a grip upon her back. Top canines sought to reach over to grip on the right side of her back, bottom canines sought to make a grip on the left side. Should he be successful, he wanted to apply pressure and perhaps taste blood and feel the tearing of muscle within his jaws. Simultaneously, his right foreleg sought to hook around her left ankle, an attempt to further aid him in unbalancing her and topple her over. As he did this, his grounded three limbs would redistribute to accommodate his weight.
Round 1/2
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