Crack Bones With Blind Aggression [DM?]
A few moments of watching, and the pair were already tangled up in a fight that neither would escape unscathed from. One would die...but how ironic would it be if they both dealt blows that could end up killing them both? Huh...he'd never thought of that before, although he figured it could be possible. As he thought about this, more and more watches came to sit around the fighting, and then a voice calling him for an answer. Glancing down, his littler silver sister was asking him why their dad was being attacked. He wasn't sure what exactly to tell her, for inside he knew his father didn't have a very good reputation in these lands. But the younger ones didn't know that. "Some people are sick and mean, like that guy." That was all he would tell her for now before he got up. "Go with mom. You shouldn't be here." As he started to walk away, he noticed the familiar blue form of Glacier, the alpha who had stopped the hag and the other old man from harassing them. He simply nodded as he moved past, heading towards Tornach.
As he approached, he could scent the pack smell upon the young healer, and wondered if at last he had joined one or if his crazed mother had finally done what she always squawked about. Approaching non-threateningly, he heard the faint sound of what Tor had said. "It won't stop. You know that right?" While part of him wished it was true, he also knew it wouldn't If his father fell, then he knew that he or his siblings would continue to go after them. And if Cypress fell, then he was sure that his family would keep coming after their father. It was a never ending cycle of revenge...and it would consume them all sooner or later. He stopped on the opposite side of Tor, away from the blue kid who seemed to be with the rainbow woman who cheered on the grey man. He didn't particularly care though, the colored wolves were none of his concern. "Don't worry, I'm not going to start anything today." He murmured under his breath to Tornach. Yes, he had gotten pissed at the last one...but he had held in his reigns when Tornach came. He respected the kid for helping someone who was clearly his mothers enemy...for whatever reason that was. |
While Cypress was not expecting all attacks to come off without a hitch he was at least hoping that his attacks would do a bit more damage to the other man. Sin had sidestepped to his {Cy’s} left in order to dodge the incoming slam. As for Cypress’ intended paw slam it would miss the toes of his opponent, slicing the left hind hock of his opponent instead. Before settling back down upon the earth. How Sin slipped so far forward past him Cypress didn’t know, but that didn’t matter right now. He needed to be on guard as the fight continued. It seemed the man {Sin} was now parallel with his own body with his {Sin’s} head next to his abdomen rather than the two of them facing head on. Thanks to this change in position Cypress’ bite was misplaced. Rather than the satisfying gush of an eye being torn away from his opponent he would instead find his jaws slicing the skin of his opponent’s left side about three inches past the end of his rib cage. Rather than attempt to gain a hold, Cypress would allow his jaws to fall away he readied both for retaliation and a second attack. Throughout the fighting Cypress’ defenses were in check. His ears were pinned flat to his head, his eyes narrowed. His hackles were raised, shoulders rolled forward and legs spread with weight evenly distributed across them. With toes spread and claws biting into the earth he hoped to gain enough traction during this fight. Tail would switch from being a banner to being tucked beneath his body -- a precaution now that Sin was facing towards his rear end. Lips were peeled back and snarling, his head aligned with his spine once more. If he were to die today so be it. Cypress would backpeddle, taking three quick steps back before his opponent would make the lunge for his leg. Sin’s left forwpaw would hook around the limb with his toes, pulling it forward only slightly. There would be pain, igniting at his knee where the joint connected. A mild strain was placed upon the leg where Sin’s shoulder dug in, as well as some moderate bruising. Painful, but not a knockout blow by any means. Cypress now stood with his right side two steps farther back than his left, just enough to protect that oh so vital area that Sin targeted. Sin’s teeth would sink into the sensitive belly flesh of his belly a mere inch before his sheath. Moderate lacerations an inch deep and about an inch long would be the sacrifice for keeping his man parts intact. Cypress would remain alert, keeping an eye out for Sin’s little pet as he made his next move. His left side, having been drug forward, had left him at a bit of an awkward position, though perhaps one he could use. His hind legs would dig into the earth, attempting to surge him forward and away from Sin’s grasp in a leap. While in the air Cypress would adjust his body to the left by forty-five degees focusing on landing on his right {and stronger} side first. Upon hitting the ground he would redistribute his weight across the four limbs before initiating his attack. Cypress figured he would return fire in the same sort of manner this man had attempted. Jaws would shoot forth, angled to the left to attempt to snap down in a bite upon Sin’s own balls. His top jaw would attempt to land behind the snowy lumps while his bottom jaw aimed to scoop them up in a pincer like grab and hold. Furthermore Cypress would adjust his weight to his right side, lifting his left foreleg up before aiming to bring it smashing down with all the force he could muster upon Sin’s hock with claws to boot. He was hoping to either fracture the bone from behind or at least tear out a chunk of skin with his claws. While attempting his bite and slam Cypress would aim to spin his back half away from Sin and to his own right, side stepping with the back half only. As a precaution Cypress would flick his tail up from it’s tucked position, hoping to smack Sin in the eyes with it to cause some temporary discomfort, pain, and a distraction. Ooc:: This probably sucks but blehhh. Skype if you need me to clarify anything Drag! |