Post by mysteryfaith on Aug 21, 2011 15:15:44 GMT -5
She was a little surprised that this rogue accepted her offer of a fight; even so, she was prepared for battle. Scarletstar had pushed her down and painfully bit her shoulder, and was shaking her like some kit's plaything - now, this was getting serious.
Viperheart was quite clearly bigger than the she-cat, and so used this to her advantage. Ignoring the stinging sensation in her shoulder, she rolled over, pushing the rogue down with her weight and pinning her down. Drawing her back legs up to her chest for a split second, she prepared to slam them down on to the rogue's belly, claws unsheathed and ready to rip into the soft flesh below her.
This rogue was no novice when it came to battle, it appeared; judging from the blood spurting from her aching shoulder, Scarletstar had bit her with all intention of causing maximum harm. Well, that was quite all right to Viperheart - if she wanted dirty tactics, she could have them.
She had been raking quite successfully at the tabby's belly fur, but she knew that she could not hold the rogue down forever; Scarletstar was fast, and nimble enough to work her way out of a situation such as this, she suspected. Drawing back, Viperheart quickly flicked her back paws in turn, readying herself for her next move. What would be most effective? What would cause the most pain to her battle opponent?
Ah - of course. Skirting quickly around the rogue, trying to keep as far away from her as she possibly could - she wanted to avoid injury, so that her upcoming attack would be strong and not hindered by pain - she made one, two, three circles around her. Her bulky mass didn't stop her from being quite swift, and she tried to thrust her entire weight forward, front paws outstretched to connect with Scarletstar's head.
As she clawed viciously at whatever flesh she could see - muzzle, neck, chest - she wasn't aware of the blows that were connecting, and the blows that were simply landing in mid-air, not touching her opponent at all. She was in the right mood now not to care; her eyes were bright with the potential of spilled blood on the ground of the camp, and her attention had been thoroughly captured by this rather delightful battle partner. Exchanging blows was like a dance to her; a smooth, sweet dance of chaos.
Viperheart leaped back, panting and shaking her fur. Her shoulder ached something vicious, but she wasn't about to show her pain; that was a sign of cowardice. In her eyes, an ideal warrior was a cat who never showed weakness - who kept up an act of defiance and a stony charade until her very last breath. She had promised herself that she would be an ideal warrior, and that promise would not be broken today.
For a moment, she considered going for Scarletstar's eyes; they would be simple enough to lunge for, and would make for a devastating injury. Maybe the she-cat would even end up blind . . . no. Those were foul tactics, even for her; for a fair fight, both opponents had to be equal. Although she often employed less-than-fair tactics in her battles, she was no eye-gouger; she needed the alliance of her Clan mates, and although she would be happy if they feared her, she knew that such an act would bring disgust, not fear, to her name.
Baring her teeth at the rogue, she let out a quick taunt: "Bring it on! It was no serious threat, but it maintained the tension in the air; she hadn't forgotten that many Clan cats had gathered around them, having all appeared at Scarletstar's ridiculous suggestion. She was an actress, a hopeless thespian; she would give her audience what they desired, which, in her mind, was a show of blood. They were her crowd, and she would try hard to delight them, adding small comments and taunts as she had just done to keep them on their toes - after all, the best entertainer often won the appreciation of the crowd, and that was something she rather fancied for herself.
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Viperheart was quite clearly bigger than the she-cat, and so used this to her advantage. Ignoring the stinging sensation in her shoulder, she rolled over, pushing the rogue down with her weight and pinning her down. Drawing her back legs up to her chest for a split second, she prepared to slam them down on to the rogue's belly, claws unsheathed and ready to rip into the soft flesh below her.
This rogue was no novice when it came to battle, it appeared; judging from the blood spurting from her aching shoulder, Scarletstar had bit her with all intention of causing maximum harm. Well, that was quite all right to Viperheart - if she wanted dirty tactics, she could have them.
She had been raking quite successfully at the tabby's belly fur, but she knew that she could not hold the rogue down forever; Scarletstar was fast, and nimble enough to work her way out of a situation such as this, she suspected. Drawing back, Viperheart quickly flicked her back paws in turn, readying herself for her next move. What would be most effective? What would cause the most pain to her battle opponent?
Ah - of course. Skirting quickly around the rogue, trying to keep as far away from her as she possibly could - she wanted to avoid injury, so that her upcoming attack would be strong and not hindered by pain - she made one, two, three circles around her. Her bulky mass didn't stop her from being quite swift, and she tried to thrust her entire weight forward, front paws outstretched to connect with Scarletstar's head.
As she clawed viciously at whatever flesh she could see - muzzle, neck, chest - she wasn't aware of the blows that were connecting, and the blows that were simply landing in mid-air, not touching her opponent at all. She was in the right mood now not to care; her eyes were bright with the potential of spilled blood on the ground of the camp, and her attention had been thoroughly captured by this rather delightful battle partner. Exchanging blows was like a dance to her; a smooth, sweet dance of chaos.
Viperheart leaped back, panting and shaking her fur. Her shoulder ached something vicious, but she wasn't about to show her pain; that was a sign of cowardice. In her eyes, an ideal warrior was a cat who never showed weakness - who kept up an act of defiance and a stony charade until her very last breath. She had promised herself that she would be an ideal warrior, and that promise would not be broken today.
For a moment, she considered going for Scarletstar's eyes; they would be simple enough to lunge for, and would make for a devastating injury. Maybe the she-cat would even end up blind . . . no. Those were foul tactics, even for her; for a fair fight, both opponents had to be equal. Although she often employed less-than-fair tactics in her battles, she was no eye-gouger; she needed the alliance of her Clan mates, and although she would be happy if they feared her, she knew that such an act would bring disgust, not fear, to her name.
Baring her teeth at the rogue, she let out a quick taunt: "Bring it on! It was no serious threat, but it maintained the tension in the air; she hadn't forgotten that many Clan cats had gathered around them, having all appeared at Scarletstar's ridiculous suggestion. She was an actress, a hopeless thespian; she would give her audience what they desired, which, in her mind, was a show of blood. They were her crowd, and she would try hard to delight them, adding small comments and taunts as she had just done to keep them on their toes - after all, the best entertainer often won the appreciation of the crowd, and that was something she rather fancied for herself.
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