They Say Be Afraid

As the end of the hunt neared, the titanic herbivore began to falter. Each stride seemed to come with greater and greater effort, and it looked like they would have to fight it into the corral- until a pair of raptors swooped down from the sky to claw at the side of the rhino's face. This goaded it back into a quick pace, and turned its massive form more towards the dead end of heavy stones that lay in wait to trap it on the steppe. The ruby marked giant found himself skidding to a halt as he followed their quarry into the mouth of the corral- backpedaling quickly to the very mouth of the stones. He waited there for Saracyn to move in, knowing the boy would need to be close to make the final killing blow upon the massive beast.

He heard the shouted command by the violet dappled fae to hold the line with Imperia, and keep the rhinoceros from making a break back out the other end. He knew the moment it hit the dead end of their trap, the giant bull bellowed with primal rage and terror. He felt it deep in his chest, rattling his skeleton with the force of its ire. Setting his own heavy skull low between his burly shoulders, the hellish male tilted the spires of his horns up and out. Fangs bared, bioluminescent drool pooling on his tongue and falling onto the grass in thin rivulets, he braced himself for a hell of a dance with the massive animal. It took a moment or two for it to turn and try to charge back out of the corral, only to be met with several massive wolves in its path.

Letting loose a booming snarl, the beast snapped his deadly jaws together in warning. Wherever it tried to move, he would be there to block its path and draw blood. Dodging the huge horn that forced its great head to droop towards the ground was incredibly difficult, and he quickly found it far easier to swing a heavy forelimb out to knock it aside with his steel bracers. The bruises under the armour would be brutal the next day, but that was a problem for the future.