In the spaces between the truth

*Lament* · 04-29-2019, 06:39 PM

Before the first ring of her call could finish striking the air, Lament moved. His coiled legs pushing, leaping, and he was upon the closest scavenger. Their fangs, one of their greatest weapons was well used in most of their fighting forms.

As his weight fell upon the creature, holding it down, his sharpened incisors tearing at its throat with more ease then an average wolf could hope for. The creature fell limp beneath its feet, bare moments after the warrior had landed. It had not had a moment to call out a warning, nor put any effort into fighting back.

He leapt to the next, but this one had already seen him, and it lunged to the side. Not expecting the cowards move, Lament fell heavily to the forest floor, growling as he wiped his head around. He would see Ballad for the barest moment, her own fangs around the throat of their enemy.

He would see the coyote creeping up behind her, and he would throw himself into action, bolting beside her to grab it. It was already turning to flee him, but he would find purchase around its hind leg and pull it heavily to the ground with the strength in his fangs. He ripped his teeth free and the creature, hurting and afraid, would tear into him.

It got a got grip on his shoulder before Lament slammed that body part into its mouth, jarring it and knocking free its grip. He got a good swipe at its injured leg, and well it yipped, he tore out its throat. No quarter, no mercy for the scavengers.

"Speech"|"Ademic"

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