03-07-2011, 08:04 AM
OOc: Hey, its a wild Librimon!
Leon's eyes were the only part of his body that betrayed his worry of the falling blade. He knew well enough what the consequences of being hit by the sword could be, but he was committed to punishing this monster. Leon's face set in grim determination, his jaws tightening considerably on the boys arm, and the timber pulled at the boys arm suddenly, with all the force his nearly two hundred pound body could muster, and turned the his muzzle, attempting to place the younger wolf's arm between himself and the blade. He quickly prepared his body to shuffle away to avoid the blade as much as possible if his plan fell through.
He knew almost immediately that the blade would still fall and strike him, not the youths arm. But his time to get away was cut severely, the window to escape gone. Instead, Leon released the males wrist and attempted to roll his body to take to blade at an angle, feeling the painful sensation of his skin being cut cleanly by the sharp blade. The blade had glanced a rib, and passed right through him, leaving a clean gash on his abdomens left side. His legs wobbled, and he felt his stomach seem to disappear.
Leon had never felt anything like this. It hurt. Immensely. But at the same time, the area on his body was simply numb, like his mind was rejecting the signals. His breathes were labored, and his right leg slipped once or twice. He took a shaky breath and turned his head to face the wound, grimacing.
Turning his head back to his opponent, Leon mumbled, "Gerai iškeptas. Bet, mirtis prieš pralaimėjimą." Forcing his body to obey, he crouched into a defensive position, glancing quickly at the guinea pig, questioning if the small creature was even alive. "Vienas daugiau. One more."
Leon's eyes were the only part of his body that betrayed his worry of the falling blade. He knew well enough what the consequences of being hit by the sword could be, but he was committed to punishing this monster. Leon's face set in grim determination, his jaws tightening considerably on the boys arm, and the timber pulled at the boys arm suddenly, with all the force his nearly two hundred pound body could muster, and turned the his muzzle, attempting to place the younger wolf's arm between himself and the blade. He quickly prepared his body to shuffle away to avoid the blade as much as possible if his plan fell through.
He knew almost immediately that the blade would still fall and strike him, not the youths arm. But his time to get away was cut severely, the window to escape gone. Instead, Leon released the males wrist and attempted to roll his body to take to blade at an angle, feeling the painful sensation of his skin being cut cleanly by the sharp blade. The blade had glanced a rib, and passed right through him, leaving a clean gash on his abdomens left side. His legs wobbled, and he felt his stomach seem to disappear.
Leon had never felt anything like this. It hurt. Immensely. But at the same time, the area on his body was simply numb, like his mind was rejecting the signals. His breathes were labored, and his right leg slipped once or twice. He took a shaky breath and turned his head to face the wound, grimacing.
Turning his head back to his opponent, Leon mumbled, "Gerai iškeptas. Bet, mirtis prieš pralaimėjimą." Forcing his body to obey, he crouched into a defensive position, glancing quickly at the guinea pig, questioning if the small creature was even alive. "Vienas daugiau. One more."