05-14-2008, 10:20 PM
Finally, the table works!
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 Ari rarely fought, or thought of fighting. In no way was he a pacifist — he was simply too subordinate to stand up to anyone. Most of the time, anyway. The sight of this coyote and his attitude set Ari's blood boiling, and that was an occurrence that wasn't to be written off as common. No, Ari hadn't felt this angry since he thought his mother had killed his older brother for sparing Ari's own life. Using that experience to fuel the flames of his anger, his blue eyes studied his opponent as he rushed forward. The coyote's drawn fist was an obvious sign that he was to punch Ari, but the wolf's reactions were too dulled by the surreal nature of it all. The punch connected solidly with his jaw, and sent the scrawny lupine boy stumbling sideways a few steps. He rebounded, however, acting purely on instinct. He had never been taught self-defense, and had rarely thought of acting on such a thing, so he simply let his body direct as his fight instinct allowed. The surface beneath their feet was as safe as fighting on shards of broken glass, but Ari didn't notice that now. He dodged away from most of the coyote's weaving blows, and maneuvered to where the ones he took weren't as hard as the first blow. He was clearly on the defensive, waiting to see if the coyote would tire. It seemed not, though, after a long minute of dodging and grinding his teeth through the jarring pain of the other's fists. Finally, Ari decided to stop with the charade. Using a lack of tact that only someone who had never really fought could, he simply stopped backpedaling and rushed headlong at the coyote. Though Ari was much slighter than his opponent, he hoped that a firm shoulder and the inertia of his attack would send the other toppling over. Ari, on the other hand, tried to dodge out of the way as quickly as possible. His fists were up, though mostly anyone could tell he was unexperienced. |