Right in the Kisser

Shaye made the cogs move in his mind, the idea of fighting. She wanted to learn...but did he really know enough to teach her? He would have to find out, now wouldn't he? Most of what he knew was instinct, rather than actual combat. He would trot towards the battlefield, his head staring forward with intent. He had a mission, and today was the perfect day to attempt to battle. The storms that thundered in the sky echoed in his chest, fueling his fire and giving him determination. Deep blue eyes would narrow as he rolled across the territories, ears perking at the sound of a rather demanding call. At least he wouldn't have to wait too long. A smirk would spread across his lips as he moved in the direction of her summonance, lightning streaking across the sky. He approached her intently, his lips drawn into a deep frown.

He didn't say anything to her, just dipped his head in greeting as he fluidly set up his stance. Shaye flashed through his mind, her adoreable stance and silly growl. With a shake of his head he'd lower it, keeping his eyes on his opponent as his chin ducked and jaws parted. Lips would curl up, showing glistening canines as his face transformed into that of a beast. Deep eyes would narrow as he stared at her, searching for a weakness or an in. There was a distance of 10 feet between them, which, with one sudden thrust on coiled, bent knees, he began to close. Paws would spread to shoulder width apart in his bounds, his toes and nails digging into earth each bound. His shoulders would raise, pushing skin and fur to protect his delicate neck, as his hackles and fur rose on end too. Tail was level behind him, like a flag or a rudder to help his balance. He approached her headlong, eyes glinting before he suddenly shifted to his left (her right) around two feet away. He didn't slow, using his momentum to his advantage. Shoulder would roll forward as a lance as he attempted to drive it into the soft joint between right shoulder and chest. The impact would be great, if it hit, and he hoped he could drive her right shoulder out of socket and out of commission. He hoped his momentum would aid in the bone rattling impact he desired, much like thunder crashing through the sky. With gaping jaws he'd swing his head to the right, hoping to latch on to the soft muscle along her neck, close to where her shoulders jut out. He hoped for a solid grip, to dig his teeth into flesh and take control of her neck, if possible. His right forepaw would reach forward, snaking in an attempt to wrap around her right forepaw and hopefully tug it towards his chest and out from under her, to disrupt her balance.

Arcus v Esti
Round 1 of 2
For Spar