Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

fight post 7/

Hattori shot a dark look at the wolf who began to tuck in as though the buffalo belonged to him and him alone. He'd been about to step up and cut that foolishness right out before his ears snapped to attention at the sound of slow, but heavy paw steps. His eyes widened just a smidge as the largest bear he'd ever seen stepped into few and his tail lashed once, in a very rare show of frustration from the shinobi. Really? What were the chances of one predator arriving on the scene after another? A few choice words in his native tongue sprung to mind as he watched the other's notice the gravity of the situation, would they run away or stay and fight?

He was tempted to just go since he wasn't even sure if he wanted the buffalo anymore. The risk-reward scale had collapsed and Hattori once again reminded himself that a wise warrior didn't just fight aimlessly, that half the battle was choosing whether it was worth his time. But then the bear seemed to focus all of it's rage at one of the others and....well if he didn't intervene there wouldn't be much of a wolf left by the time it was done. They'd done their best to help him get out from underneath the tiger so in a way he sort of owed them, bear bait included Fine.

Resigning himself with a muted sigh, Hattori launched himself into the fray once more.  He stretched his talons and with a lithe full bound he leapt atop the bears back and dug his claws in deep. If anything would get the bears attention then this sure would. The bear- as he'd anticipated- roared in both alarm and pain as Hattori held on for dear life as it began to thrash and squirm in an attempt to shake him off. Now was the time for the others to strike and strangely he trusted them to do so...even if they were seemingly predator magnets.