11-29-2009, 07:22 PM
I'm not very good at them either, so we have that in common. XD; This is probably extremely vague, so tell me if you don't understand anything. ._.
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His vision consisted of a general blur, full of orbs of light that expanded and contracted as pain spread like a spider-web from his skull. Disturbed, he squeezed his eyes shut and grunted, trying to regain control of his thoughts. A few surreal moments passed when he was still gathering himself and his attacker was seemingly nowhere. But then, when he opened his eyes once more (his vision now restored to him, though his blistering headache remained), he found that she was coming at him once more.
Lying on one’s back is not a very defensible position. Actually, Snake had been taught to never, ever get caught there. With your neck and chest exposed, it was probably the worst place to be. Unfortunately, he didn’t think he had any time to try to twist away and stand. When trying to decide the best plan of action, Lolita had reached him. He knew immediately that she was fighting with her emotions, not her head. Foxhound had been the same, except he knew what he was doing. She hadn’t had any training—a knowledgeable fighter like Snake knew that. He kept his arms between her and his face, neck, and chest. Even if your opponent had never fought before in their life, one bite to the throat would end it.
Her clawed hands ended up grabbing onto his protecting arms, and he seemed to watch her open jaws scything towards the same target in slow-motion. He knew that a werewolf’s bite could shatter bones, so he reacted without thinking—his powerful shoulder sand arms pushed outwards while simultaneously twisting to the side. He attempted to convert the motion of her coming down at him to down towards the ground next to him—whether or not that changed her mind in biting was up to how she responded to that, but he was currently in her grasp.
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His vision consisted of a general blur, full of orbs of light that expanded and contracted as pain spread like a spider-web from his skull. Disturbed, he squeezed his eyes shut and grunted, trying to regain control of his thoughts. A few surreal moments passed when he was still gathering himself and his attacker was seemingly nowhere. But then, when he opened his eyes once more (his vision now restored to him, though his blistering headache remained), he found that she was coming at him once more.
Lying on one’s back is not a very defensible position. Actually, Snake had been taught to never, ever get caught there. With your neck and chest exposed, it was probably the worst place to be. Unfortunately, he didn’t think he had any time to try to twist away and stand. When trying to decide the best plan of action, Lolita had reached him. He knew immediately that she was fighting with her emotions, not her head. Foxhound had been the same, except he knew what he was doing. She hadn’t had any training—a knowledgeable fighter like Snake knew that. He kept his arms between her and his face, neck, and chest. Even if your opponent had never fought before in their life, one bite to the throat would end it.
Her clawed hands ended up grabbing onto his protecting arms, and he seemed to watch her open jaws scything towards the same target in slow-motion. He knew that a werewolf’s bite could shatter bones, so he reacted without thinking—his powerful shoulder sand arms pushed outwards while simultaneously twisting to the side. He attempted to convert the motion of her coming down at him to down towards the ground next to him—whether or not that changed her mind in biting was up to how she responded to that, but he was currently in her grasp.
table credit goes to jacoby
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