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This was his chance; his chance to help the King. To prove to Gerhardt that he deserved to carry the title that his deceased brother Octavian had once upheld. He would do his best to aid the King and the woman Crusade in the taking down the threat that this beast had become. Despite the tree being worthy warriors, the esquire wasn't sure if the three would be able to handle the monster on their own, but Pontifex would give it his all in an effort to eradicate the bull to the best of his ability. Hopefully someone else would join their hunting party and help them out, if not he prayed that luck would be on their side.


Golden pools were intent on his King, watching as the amethyst eyed man rose to his full height, drawing the attention of the giant bull, the King's companion eagle flying above him. And then Gerhardt was charging towards the bull, a snarl twisting his usually serious fa?ade, the bird of prey flying in tandem with the King as she attacked the bull's eye, gauging it and essentially blinding him, as Ger launched himself towards the prey's throat, looking to suffocate it as he barked to his comrades, calling them forward into battle. Sparing a glance towards Crusade, the esquire rushed forward, adrenaline pumping through his frame as he raced to the aid of the King, his own snarl twisting his inky lips as he moved towards the rear of the bull, looking to grab at one of the hind legs, trying to put himself as close to the soft underbelly as he could, looking to inflict as much damage as possible, though wary of the hooves flailing about.



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