Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,
One of the worst parts about wrestling was the lack of awareness. In most fights, Zavien could stay vigilant, spotting environment hazards or additional opponents looking to join the fray; but when the world was shrunk down to a single handhold or foot placement, the way his breathing strained or his heart race, the sensation of a lonely rock digging into his spine, it was hard to think beyond that, to think about the big picture. And as his focus narrowed, it turned into a battle of awareness - knowing his own body's location and limitations as much as his opponent's. Unfortunately for Zavien, that was a lynx.
His hands were failing to find purchase, the fur shifting beneath him as Noah twisted and manipulated in his grasp. There was little he could do against the creature, but he tried, nonetheless. Zavien shoved and rotated and did his best to use his larger stature - and yet it did little against the feline. Paws found his chest, pinning it down with a heavy weight that he knew would take time and energy he didn't have to remove - and yet he continued to try. Grunting softly, he gave a finally burst of effort, turning with all his might to throw Noah off him.
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His hands were failing to find purchase, the fur shifting beneath him as Noah twisted and manipulated in his grasp. There was little he could do against the creature, but he tried, nonetheless. Zavien shoved and rotated and did his best to use his larger stature - and yet it did little against the feline. Paws found his chest, pinning it down with a heavy weight that he knew would take time and energy he didn't have to remove - and yet he continued to try. Grunting softly, he gave a finally burst of effort, turning with all his might to throw Noah off him.
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this is your savior speaking.
Zavien
