Lets Get Ready To Win

Smart, perhaps a tad, but incredibly rude. Like Vermin. He was nothing but a little rat...something that she should put down immediately. Her dislike for him flourished in her chest like a rose, blossoming and piercing with thorns. She snarled, lips curling, ears pulling back in annoyance and eyes narrowing more. Her face transformed into a beast, her skin wrinkling along her nose as she sought for a deeper grip in his scruff, but failed. Slippery bugger, like a fish she wanted to smash against the rock so it'd stop squirming. He flowed passed her, and unluckily for him she wouldn't allow herself to be open. She would flow through her half failed shove attempt, her paws bounding forward as blood coated her teeth and flesh ripped from her grip. She sought to twist to her own left, hoping to face him more head on. Her shoulder were rolled and her head level with her spin, skin tucked to protect her precious throat.

She didn't give pause, merely coiling the muscles in her bent hind legs, her balance constantly set on all four paws with nails and toes clipping into earth, and lunged for him as he lunged back at her. Due to her turning, everything he sought for was misplaced. Side became face and chest. Her own left shoulder trust forward like a lance, trying to thrust it in the dead center of his chest as his own shoulder throw hit hers. The pain was sudden, and it nearly knocked the wind from her, causing her to shift back just slightly on steady paws, but she persevered. She'd worry over the bruise later. A snarl burst from her throat as his jaws closed along her right shoulder, digging into flesh in what could only be described as moderate puncture wounds. She snarled deeply, fur standing more on end and hackles risen. Her tail flared behind her like a rudder, a flag as she aimed with gaping jaws for his face, hoping to hook her upper fangs onto the right of his face, and the bottom along the left, hoping to dig in around his eyes and hoping to blind the bugger but if she just left more hideous scarring along his equally hideous face she would be absolutely happy. During this her right paw would thrust forward in hopes of stomping on his own right, and suddenly twist to the left in hopes of spraining or twisting his toes painfully. Let him walk away with a limp and his tail between his legs.

Ros vs. Eridanus
2/2
For spar