Semper fidelis
Nov 18, 2024 2:03:15 GMT
Post by Umbraflamma on Nov 18, 2024 2:03:15 GMT
The sound of the glade had been disturbed, birds and animals had fled as the predator spirits of two very different creatures clashed. Haru's blade only bit in slightly before his pivot. as his blades were caught Haru was yanked forward exactly as planned. the headbutt strike would have been enough to take Haru out in one hit, had Haru not reacted the way he did. He chose to go limp, allowing the blow to strike him, but allowing the force to knock him back instead of simply trying to tank the full force.
Haru released his blades, as he was sent tumbling backwards end over end. Haru waited until the rotation was right to spring his legs out, his hands touching the ground as his fingers dug into the soil loosened by their clash. With about five feet of further sliding before he came to a stop, his head snapped back up to face his opponent still on all fours. His eyes maintained their golden cat-like quality, as a trickle of crimson contrasted their auric glare. All the same a fierce smile on his face, a joy of the fight that he had seldom shown. his head was still a bit unclear but the voice within him demanded to be obeyed. "Rend" he said as he kicked back towards his opponent, exploding forward in a non-liner approach, as if moving on all fours, like a money or a cat. he shifted left, stopping for a moment before bouncing forward again. His blades were still in his opponents hands but the voice was all consuming. "Tear." he said strangely each word coming out as if someone else was speaking through him as he kicked back to the right. his legs hit the tree as his whole body coiled up like a spring, His teeth appeared as a maw of fangs, "Bite" he kicked off the tree, to land directly in front of his opponent, landing on his hands he quickly pivoted, his hands taking the impact like the coiling of a spring, "DEVOUR!" he cried as he unleashed a double donkey kick aimed directly at the solar plexus of the massive opponent. The extra movement was not just to throw his opponent off of his vector of attack, as he could have launched an offense from any one of them, i was also to buy time for his head to clear a bit more, but more so than that to try to force his opponent to run out of breath. It wasn't quite a conscious strategy, but rather something that his rising instinct demanded. It was a form of low cunning, sure, but dangerous in the extreme.
Haru released his blades, as he was sent tumbling backwards end over end. Haru waited until the rotation was right to spring his legs out, his hands touching the ground as his fingers dug into the soil loosened by their clash. With about five feet of further sliding before he came to a stop, his head snapped back up to face his opponent still on all fours. His eyes maintained their golden cat-like quality, as a trickle of crimson contrasted their auric glare. All the same a fierce smile on his face, a joy of the fight that he had seldom shown. his head was still a bit unclear but the voice within him demanded to be obeyed. "Rend" he said as he kicked back towards his opponent, exploding forward in a non-liner approach, as if moving on all fours, like a money or a cat. he shifted left, stopping for a moment before bouncing forward again. His blades were still in his opponents hands but the voice was all consuming. "Tear." he said strangely each word coming out as if someone else was speaking through him as he kicked back to the right. his legs hit the tree as his whole body coiled up like a spring, His teeth appeared as a maw of fangs, "Bite" he kicked off the tree, to land directly in front of his opponent, landing on his hands he quickly pivoted, his hands taking the impact like the coiling of a spring, "DEVOUR!" he cried as he unleashed a double donkey kick aimed directly at the solar plexus of the massive opponent. The extra movement was not just to throw his opponent off of his vector of attack, as he could have launched an offense from any one of them, i was also to buy time for his head to clear a bit more, but more so than that to try to force his opponent to run out of breath. It wasn't quite a conscious strategy, but rather something that his rising instinct demanded. It was a form of low cunning, sure, but dangerous in the extreme.