03-25-2010, 08:20 PM
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The action seemed to slow in Snake's battle-trained eyes—they took in every movement of his opponent's body, mapping out where he was going. Intentions were hard to read in words and faces, but oh, it was clear as day when he watched movement. It was too fast and brutal of an onslaught for him to avoid entirely, but every muscle in his body had become coiled like a spring at the white wolf's approach. As soon as he was close enough to strike, Snake tried to slide out of the way and towards a counterattack. He was half successful. He could feel the wolf's teeth and the furrowed gauges they left. But that pain was nonexistent, and he was not being held by anything. That was a victory to him—those wounds would heal.
The smaller coyote used his speed (which he hoped was unexpected, seeing as though he had been so still only a moment before) to bring his body out of the direct front of the wolf—he was avoiding a second bite while he aligned his own attack. He was perpendicular to the white form now, and he wasted no time in attacking similarly to how his opponent had only seconds ago. Entirely ignorant of the blood that covered his flank, Snake lurched towards Minos' side, throwing his Secui bulk at the wolf while his teeth gnashed towards the region of his shoulder. But that was only a stepping-stone—if the wolf lost his balance and was at all distracted by the pain, the way to his throat would be much clearer.
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The action seemed to slow in Snake's battle-trained eyes—they took in every movement of his opponent's body, mapping out where he was going. Intentions were hard to read in words and faces, but oh, it was clear as day when he watched movement. It was too fast and brutal of an onslaught for him to avoid entirely, but every muscle in his body had become coiled like a spring at the white wolf's approach. As soon as he was close enough to strike, Snake tried to slide out of the way and towards a counterattack. He was half successful. He could feel the wolf's teeth and the furrowed gauges they left. But that pain was nonexistent, and he was not being held by anything. That was a victory to him—those wounds would heal.
The smaller coyote used his speed (which he hoped was unexpected, seeing as though he had been so still only a moment before) to bring his body out of the direct front of the wolf—he was avoiding a second bite while he aligned his own attack. He was perpendicular to the white form now, and he wasted no time in attacking similarly to how his opponent had only seconds ago. Entirely ignorant of the blood that covered his flank, Snake lurched towards Minos' side, throwing his Secui bulk at the wolf while his teeth gnashed towards the region of his shoulder. But that was only a stepping-stone—if the wolf lost his balance and was at all distracted by the pain, the way to his throat would be much clearer.