So he was to attack first. Shrike felt nervous. He had never participated in an actual spar, though he had gotten some tips and pointers from his uncle on just what to do. He would breathe in, giving a nod to Shai. “Sounds good to me.”
The boy would breathe in, rolling his shoulders forward. There was roughly five feet {hope that’s okay Kat} of distance between the two, and Shrike would narrow his eyes as he assessed it. Ears would fall flat against his skull, legs bending at the knees. His legs were widened, as were his toes, and claws bit into the soil. His tail would tuck beneath him, hackles raising as he scrunched up his neck.
This was it. This was his moment to show all that he had learned thus far, and hopefully dazzle Shai with his knowledge for one so young. Shrike would breathe in, and then lunge.
He sought to close the distance in a single leap, throwing his weight forward into his front legs as he aimed to come down hard with his right forepaw on Shai’s left forepaw. Jaws on the other hand would turn upward, aiming to grab onto the man’s lower jaw, around the middle of the target, with his {Shrike’s} upper jaw on Shai’s left side and his lower on the right side. As Shrike landed he would make the shift with his weight, balancing it on his front legs {once more} so that he would not lose his balance.
