Unnatural Beasties
11-21-2017, 10:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-21-2017, 10:28 PM by Amon.)
Amon's body still lanced with pain, particularly in his hindquarters, from where the bear had tossed him. The shadowy brute watched as his words seemed to take root in the brown stranger, who seemed equally bolstered by the vigor of two felines who had arrived with him. Amon decided that particular curiosity could wait for later and, with much more pressing concerns on his mind, quickly lost sight of the cats. The bear lunged forward at the brown male's advance, just as Amon's son latched on to the bear's left hind leg. Knowing this was his ideal moment to strike, Amon rallied himself. Putting his faith in the other two males, Amon left himself unguarded and leapt in towards the bear's right side. He prayed to the Fallen God that his son and this other male would be able to hold him long enough for Amon to do significant damage. He had set his sights on the tendon which connected the bear's armpit to his shoulder joint. He aimed his upper jaws at the bulging meat of the bear's right shoulder's centermost point. His bottom jaw he hoped to hook on the underside of the uppermost part of the bear's arm, it's very apex. With crushing forced he clamped his jaws shut, pulling back as his did so. Amon anchored his feet, pulling with all the force his massive body could produce, hoping to tear both flesh and ligament away from the bone. The bear roared in agony as the litany of blows fell upon him. Amon fell back, his jaws laden with a rich haul of flesh. His attack had been successful, but it left him in very close company of the mutated beast. The bear rounded, what remained of it's coat bristling with pain and rage. Amon could see nothing but illness and fury in its small, beady eyes. Amon scrambled backwards as the bear wrenched towards him, struggling with the presence of the other two. Amon retreated as far as he could, barely out of the creature's grasp, and unfortunately relying on the other two to waylay the beast long enough to truly escape. All the while Amon watched the creature carefully, uncertain how much damage he had truly done to their foe's shoulder. He noted with satisfaction that the creature's right front arm was now streaming with blood, but the it could very well be enraged beyond the point of feeling pain at this point. He kept a careful eye on the beast, watching and waiting for it's next move. "Talk" "You" Think |
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