Posted by Zilar on September 13, 2008, 1:21 pm
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Zilar eyed his opponent from a distance, his long legs, lean body, longer neck. He hadn't really won a single fight in his life... not unless he cheated... But this was different. he started into a trot, followed by a canter, his muscles wakening from the sleep of standing. The anticipation helped spark some energy as he eyed for some open spot in Zakr's defense. He decided, as his time grew shorter, that anything was better than nothing. He kept his hind quarters relaxed and picked up speed when he was about 3 or 4 yards away, angling into a turn to pass Zakr at first, but then threw his weight forward to free his back legs for a quick kick towards Zakr's shoulder and neck, which required a bit of air on his part, but wasn't air what he was built for? It wasn't a particular inventive attack, but it was a start.
Zilar then spun the moment his feet struck ground, swiveling around to move his body out of the line of fire as best as possible. Furiously eager to make his second attack, he turns left to face Zakr, ears pinned flat back against his skull, weight shifted to hid hindquarters as he threw it forward, forelegs outstretched to attempt to strike deep as possible into the other male's chest. He then threw his weight into a canter to a short distance away and stopped, the brief sparring match over. His skills were rudementary at best, possibly worse, thus the reason he was here.
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