Lets pick a fight

The taste of tiger blood in his mouth was a magnificent start to his day. Saracyn relished in the metallic taste along with the pained roar he got from the overgrown feline. While he thrashed and held the tiger's attention, he saw Avacyn rush in and deliver a nasty bite of her own to the tiger's neck. At first, Saracyn thought the fight might have been done, but it seemed she had just narrowly missed delivering a killing blow to the big cat. Hmm, shame... They'd have to rectify that. Releasing the tiger's leg, Saracyn once more leapt up to throw himself across the tiger's back, the dire wolf as large as the tiger was, so it was more him grappling around the tiger than landing on its back. The tiger whipped about to try and figure out what was going on, a look of panic in its eyes when it realized it had bitten off more than it could chew. Unfortunately for it, Saracyn was not feeling particularly merciful today.

Extending one of his wrist blades, Saracyn drove the blade into the tiger's back, lodging the knife between its spinal cord and severing the nerves there. The tiger yowled in pain and collapsed beneath the weight of the dire wolf on its back. Saracyn continued to grapple around the tiger's midsection while it struggled and flailed, but the tiger quickly realized something was wrong. Though its front paws were flailing, its hind legs were limp and dead. Saracyn had paralyzed the tiger. Now with no way to stand or use its hind legs for leverage, Saracyn was able to easily hold the feline down while he bit into its scruff and yanked its head back, holding its head up with one paw to expose its bleeding throat to Avacyn, offering his sister the killing blow she'd been denied the first time around.

"Saracyn Mendacium"