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The monster continued to flail about, throwing his hooves every which way, dangerously close to nicking the esquire across the face, but he was quick on his paws, dodging the flying before coming in to chop down smack in the middle of the beast's leg, daggers sinking through the tough flesh, liquid crimson rushing into his mouth. A noise of pain erupted from the bull's lips, its hooves flailing this way and that as it tried to dislodge the esquire from its leg. Snarls rumbled in the brute's chest, jaws tightening their grip on the leg, talons digging into the ground to keep himself from being swung around like a rag doll. If he could just injure the beasts leg, he could give the party an advantage and take the massive thing off its feet, lessening the danger.


Jaws released the now badly injured limb, frame wriggling back and out of the way of the thing's hooves, golden gaze dancing over the figure of Ger, watching as his king leapt away from the bull, only to charge at it again, locking his jaws around the bull's neck, desperately trying to chew through the tough hide. Pontifex held back, eyeing the bull's injured limb, hoping that if it fell, it was to fall backward and not forward. To fall forward would be to crush the king and the esquire wanted to be prepared lest that were to happen. Anxious golden eyes were focused on the king, hoping that the worst could be avoided.



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