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In a while Crocodile

Mal



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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05-13-2020, 04:40 PM

Sirius looked over the party, assessing their readiness, and found none of them wanting. He grinned, eager for the fight to come, and gave a quick nod. “Alright, go. Be safe.” he ordered, through protecting them was his main objective of the day. This was a training exercise, and a lesson.

He moved towards its head, keeping a distance as he circled it, and its eyed zeroed in on him, and it moved in a slow circle across the sand, keeping him in front. Mortis, seeing the problem, would go for a bite against its back leg. The crocodile hissed in anger and pain, and Sirius launched himself forward. “Don’t let it throw you, Bear, go for the left side of its head. Mal, help Mortis hold it down! Weaken the legs!” he yelled instructions, even as he reached the head. It turned fast, angling its teeth towards him.

The Warlord pulled to a stop, staring down the opened maw of the beast, and snarled at the creature, which hissed back at him. The Titan just needed to bide his time, and wait for the right distraction to get in close to its jaws.

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