I Can't Takin Anymore!

Basilisk threw himself forward as the Takin shot by his hiding spot. He timed it badly, and missed the first one. Stumbling out in front of the second. Luckily. This was one of the younger ones. It hesitated, trying to decide if it should run over the sudden wolf in its path, or go around. That hesitation gave Basilisk time to find his feet. He lunged, more of a grapple takedown then anything else. Using his shocking size and weight to pull the creature to the ground.

It screamed and bucked, but if any of the takins turned around, none came to rescue it. With some struggle, Basilisk managed to hold down its hooves, and give himself room to strike at the throat. Digging in his elongated fangs made quick work of the hide. He dug in, and held as the takins death throes grew weaker, until at last it stilled beneath him.


"Speech"