by Belgar on May 21st, 2011, 2:44 am
His head turned to the side as Kaevar began to charge, sacrificing vision for protection from the imminent attack. The grumble of ursine grunts continued between the two, the equivalent of competitive taunts between friends. While he was certainly faster than Belgar anticipated, the elder bear thought his challenger foolish. To take to the air was to eliminate all of the balance and control his great weight would have otherwise given him. There was no maneuvering up there, only gravity; only Belgar, waiting to catch him in his fall.
His growl turned to a roar as he reached up with his front arms, leaning forward to brace himself. For a moment they were locked in collision, each pair of claws crashing into the opposing set of shoulders. Belgar’s back feet still gripped the ground, carving shallow dimples into the hard tundra as he was pushed mere inches. He used that foundation to shift the massive momentum of Kaevar’s jump against him. In the next moment, he was throwing the younger bear to the side, attempting to twist his body so that he might land on his flank.
No matter how he landed, Belgar would not remain a passive defender. Keeping at least two feet on the ground at all times, he closed the space between them. He raised an arm and stretched his claws wide, aiming for his eyes in an attempt to daze. Should his attack hit, however, his rival would discover a blow to the fat of his neck—something a little less damaging. He did not want to blind his fellow Kelvic, only teach him a lesson.
If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.