02-16-2011, 02:35 PM
Eyes narrowed as he saw Niro move last minute. Amazed at the speed, to dodge both hands, but kicking himself. He should've observed harder. He did not notice or perceive that his victim, or victim to be, was a keen observer, skittish or any other trait that could give him such an edge over a surprise attack. A mistake he did not like. Although he likes to hunt, and has also done this before, he did not like the confrontation. He wanted to dominate from the start.
But this was not his first time playing ball, so to speak. He was aware he needed to re-act fast. If not, two things could happen. One, Niro would counter attack. The thought of that worried him. His mind would trick him into thinking Niro was capable of doing the same things to him as Argul has done to his own victims. Or Niro could take off in a full run and lose Argul easy enough. He didn't like either option.
He had to drop the rock. As he landed, he went to all fours to keep from being completely vulnerable and to buy a little space between them. Doing so made him jam his finger between the rock and the ground. His other hand grasped into the earth just fine. His muscles clenching as he attempts the fastest turn he can, to face Niro again.
His eyes had to be the scariest feature facing Niro. Argul was not a large wolf. He was a smaller build, just under average. His muscles were small and stringy. But his eyes, they nearly told a tale on their own. The were like an eruption of madness and cruelty. And at this moment, they were totally focused upon his victim.
His lip curled up and a low snarl emitted from his throat. In mid snarl he makes his second lunge. Both hands and claws menacingly in front. This lunge had no kill blows in it. It was aimed at grabbing Niro and keeping him in close so a blow that would incapacitate Niro could be preformed. As well as some defensive measure, if he was in close, Niro would not be able to throw any good punches or kicks. Argul had no desire to kill yet, but he would if he thought he was in a losing battle.
But this was not his first time playing ball, so to speak. He was aware he needed to re-act fast. If not, two things could happen. One, Niro would counter attack. The thought of that worried him. His mind would trick him into thinking Niro was capable of doing the same things to him as Argul has done to his own victims. Or Niro could take off in a full run and lose Argul easy enough. He didn't like either option.
He had to drop the rock. As he landed, he went to all fours to keep from being completely vulnerable and to buy a little space between them. Doing so made him jam his finger between the rock and the ground. His other hand grasped into the earth just fine. His muscles clenching as he attempts the fastest turn he can, to face Niro again.
His eyes had to be the scariest feature facing Niro. Argul was not a large wolf. He was a smaller build, just under average. His muscles were small and stringy. But his eyes, they nearly told a tale on their own. The were like an eruption of madness and cruelty. And at this moment, they were totally focused upon his victim.
His lip curled up and a low snarl emitted from his throat. In mid snarl he makes his second lunge. Both hands and claws menacingly in front. This lunge had no kill blows in it. It was aimed at grabbing Niro and keeping him in close so a blow that would incapacitate Niro could be preformed. As well as some defensive measure, if he was in close, Niro would not be able to throw any good punches or kicks. Argul had no desire to kill yet, but he would if he thought he was in a losing battle.