01-22-2012, 11:45 PM
400 WC
Aeron was not happy that she had been thrown she was proud that he was able to throw much of the caution to the wind but she did not expect to be thrown like a rag doll that a child no longer wanted. She could take punches and kicks even stabs or burns but she ached in ways she had forgotten existed because of the impact with the ground. She flexed so muscles she made a quick check mentally to see if anything had been damaged and she seemed to be ok minus her pride. She had to admit not many men had ever gotten a hand on her.
She had changed though her mode as shifting and she was beginning to lose a bit of self-control. He moved in closer and he got himself into a fighting position. She found herself smiling again she watched him this was ridiculous. She lowered herself into a stance that was similar but a little more forward facing She knew fighting like this left her more open but she wasn’t looking to hid herself from him she wanted to give the dog mix some sort of opening but he was the one who threw the first punch and she found herself in a need to rotate her stance.
His fist hit her shoulder as she couldn’t move herself fully out of the way she could see his mistake though she was off balance from the hit that didn’t quite hurt but was enough to cause her to become unstable for a moment. A glint of an idea smacked the back of her head as she allowed her body to flow naturally with the punch she ended up knocking herself more so off balance trying to catch herself she twisted her ankle causing her to fall. She gave a soft pained wine as she snarled a bit.
She could feel the pain in her body more so now that she was back on the ground and that caused her to emit a pained cry from her golden maw. Closing her eyes for a brief moment she laid there not willing to move. She hurt so bad, he had won she would not say it though her pride had to stay intact even though she was a rug on the ground. She took in a deep breath hoping he was going to help her up.
Aeron was not happy that she had been thrown she was proud that he was able to throw much of the caution to the wind but she did not expect to be thrown like a rag doll that a child no longer wanted. She could take punches and kicks even stabs or burns but she ached in ways she had forgotten existed because of the impact with the ground. She flexed so muscles she made a quick check mentally to see if anything had been damaged and she seemed to be ok minus her pride. She had to admit not many men had ever gotten a hand on her.
She had changed though her mode as shifting and she was beginning to lose a bit of self-control. He moved in closer and he got himself into a fighting position. She found herself smiling again she watched him this was ridiculous. She lowered herself into a stance that was similar but a little more forward facing She knew fighting like this left her more open but she wasn’t looking to hid herself from him she wanted to give the dog mix some sort of opening but he was the one who threw the first punch and she found herself in a need to rotate her stance.
His fist hit her shoulder as she couldn’t move herself fully out of the way she could see his mistake though she was off balance from the hit that didn’t quite hurt but was enough to cause her to become unstable for a moment. A glint of an idea smacked the back of her head as she allowed her body to flow naturally with the punch she ended up knocking herself more so off balance trying to catch herself she twisted her ankle causing her to fall. She gave a soft pained wine as she snarled a bit.
She could feel the pain in her body more so now that she was back on the ground and that caused her to emit a pained cry from her golden maw. Closing her eyes for a brief moment she laid there not willing to move. She hurt so bad, he had won she would not say it though her pride had to stay intact even though she was a rug on the ground. She took in a deep breath hoping he was going to help her up.