Chess, Not Checkers

At his invitation, Artorias charged. It was definitely, absolutely, a noble heroic charge. Filled with vigor and certainty, or perhaps just a whole lot of confidence and not much else. He smacked into the Warlord hard enough for the taller wolf to almost lose his breath. He realised then that there was also the danger of him losing his drink. He managed to hold it in as he grabbed for Art much the way the other was grabbing for him.

Sirius had one big glowing tactic in his mind. He was big, he was heavy. He knew this for a fact, because he was certainly feeling it. So, what he tried to do was grab Art and drop like a stone, bringing the other wolf with him.

"Sirius Fatalis"