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His plan had worked, steering the deer off towards Kotori in the hopes that he would drag it down or slow it enough for them both to bring down. He tailed after the deer, watching as Kotori grabbed onto his hind leg enough to leave a wound, but not enough to bring the animal down. It didn't matter, as now the animal was hobbling and howling from the pain. Grimshaw's pace quickened from a lope to a sprint in order to match pace with the massive animal as it slowed. He kept this pace for sometime before jumping up and reaching to grab the animal by the neck. His newly sharpened teeth had barely made purchase, but his weight was enough to teeter the animal over and it quickly would lose balance. Grimshaw struggled to let go in time and fell briefly, but scrambled to avoid the weight of the toppling cervid.

Narrowly escaping being squished, Grimshaw lunged one last time for the animals throat and as the animal crashed into the ground, it's throat ripped out in Grimshaw's jaws from the weight. Spitting the blood and flesh from his mouth, Grimshaw stepped back from the animal and looked over to Kotori. At least they weren't far from the Armada, this one wouldn't take long to ready and deliver.  

"Speech."