06-16-2009, 09:47 AM
You mentioned giving him a head-wound. How about next post, she does that as a way of escaping the hold he has on her here? Again, powerplay is a pretty big element in all of our fights, private message me any time to change something. Also, as agreed, here we're doing the leg-wound prior to the end of the fight, so after this he'll 'even things out' with her on the ground? I don't know if it's clear in my post, but I perceive her to be winning at this point, so feel free to imply the same in your next post =P
The predator lunged, and its foe side-stepped with a wholly unnatural grace...in the wild, ferocity and size were the end-all be-all, with experience teaching mostly when one needed to be ferocious and when one could not afford to be. Brennt's earliest fights had been spiced with indecision and poor understanding. It wasn't until later that his other side had determined going all-out, even if it changed its mind later, was the best way to approach battle. This foe, though small, fought differently though, and it was perpetual advantage to counter the beast's size.
Her muzzle nudged against its neck as it tilted its head in a vain effort to take what had stepped out of reach. Her speed and certainty was enough to intimidate any natural killer...very little wasted effort, complete control of her movements. Her teeth clenched down on the meet of its neck, and the monster's feet landed heavily, and pushed instantly. Its own reactions were impressive as well, and it did not pull away to try and escape that bite, but pushed inward as she bit down, blood spurting from the holes she was making. She was off to the side, but it would still be a fatal hold if she were able to maintain it. The massive wolf took her at the collar, and drove forward, trying to use the force of his push and her resistance to it to drive them up as it had done before, and push her over backward. She responded less favorably now, she had taken this tendency into consideration, and maneuvered so that she would not be taken to the ground. Still, their bodies were locked together by the power of their jaws, and as long as their movement was chained to the other, the more powerful of the two had control.
Swiftly, the predator moved to center her back on the forest again, and drove her back, their jaws drawing blood...his from her collar, hers from his neck. Her hind-quarters jarred against the tree it had been pushing them toward, and inevitably its further pushing drove the conflict into the air, each balanced by their hind-quarters. Struggling through pain, the beast pushed off from her with its forelegs, thrashing wildly until her teeth were pulled free. From there, it fell onto its four legs once more, and even as she sought to twist her lithe body away from the backstop of the tree and the opponent who had pushed her into it, the massive wolf grabbed one hind-leg on which she balanced, jamming it in back to the molars, and clamped down with brutal force. Yanking backward, it took her off balance and to the forest floor, and did everything in its power to savage her leg.
Pain lanced through its body from the wound at its neck, and the stress on its shoulder was becoming greater. It had worked through it so far, but its instinct was telling it that the fight was going poorly, despite its size. If it could ruin her leg, it could kill her, but she would not remain still long enough for it to destroy the bone there. The storm was growing blacker, and the fire of dusk was retreating across the sky. Thunder roared again as the first star appeared in the wake of the day's last glory.
The predator lunged, and its foe side-stepped with a wholly unnatural grace...in the wild, ferocity and size were the end-all be-all, with experience teaching mostly when one needed to be ferocious and when one could not afford to be. Brennt's earliest fights had been spiced with indecision and poor understanding. It wasn't until later that his other side had determined going all-out, even if it changed its mind later, was the best way to approach battle. This foe, though small, fought differently though, and it was perpetual advantage to counter the beast's size.
Her muzzle nudged against its neck as it tilted its head in a vain effort to take what had stepped out of reach. Her speed and certainty was enough to intimidate any natural killer...very little wasted effort, complete control of her movements. Her teeth clenched down on the meet of its neck, and the monster's feet landed heavily, and pushed instantly. Its own reactions were impressive as well, and it did not pull away to try and escape that bite, but pushed inward as she bit down, blood spurting from the holes she was making. She was off to the side, but it would still be a fatal hold if she were able to maintain it. The massive wolf took her at the collar, and drove forward, trying to use the force of his push and her resistance to it to drive them up as it had done before, and push her over backward. She responded less favorably now, she had taken this tendency into consideration, and maneuvered so that she would not be taken to the ground. Still, their bodies were locked together by the power of their jaws, and as long as their movement was chained to the other, the more powerful of the two had control.
Swiftly, the predator moved to center her back on the forest again, and drove her back, their jaws drawing blood...his from her collar, hers from his neck. Her hind-quarters jarred against the tree it had been pushing them toward, and inevitably its further pushing drove the conflict into the air, each balanced by their hind-quarters. Struggling through pain, the beast pushed off from her with its forelegs, thrashing wildly until her teeth were pulled free. From there, it fell onto its four legs once more, and even as she sought to twist her lithe body away from the backstop of the tree and the opponent who had pushed her into it, the massive wolf grabbed one hind-leg on which she balanced, jamming it in back to the molars, and clamped down with brutal force. Yanking backward, it took her off balance and to the forest floor, and did everything in its power to savage her leg.
Pain lanced through its body from the wound at its neck, and the stress on its shoulder was becoming greater. It had worked through it so far, but its instinct was telling it that the fight was going poorly, despite its size. If it could ruin her leg, it could kill her, but she would not remain still long enough for it to destroy the bone there. The storm was growing blacker, and the fire of dusk was retreating across the sky. Thunder roared again as the first star appeared in the wake of the day's last glory.