frankly, my dear, i don't give a damn

Beauregard could feel his heartbeat in his ears. It pounded in his chest as the woman kept her teeth gritted against him and the woman shifted her weight to anchor herself down. His leg sweep did little more than a small jerk forward; definitely not what he was hoping for. With her holding his neck his knife wouldn’t be much use but he wasn’t willing to give up yet. Beau brought his back legs inward and, just as he felt the dame’s paw graze his shoulder he pushed against the ground hard in an attempt to fight the weight she was pushing against him and push her back. It was a power clash at this point. He could only hope that by trying to push back it would be uncomfortable enough that she’d be forced to release her hold.

As for Trill she certainly wasn’t expecting the peregrine to come after her instead. For the bluejay, who had never been a fighting spirit, her brain immediately went into panic mode. A helpful call gave way to terrified chirps as the bird fluttered and nearly fell from the air from the “assault”. Despite the falcon not actually making contact, out of fear it would, the bluejay turned on wing and began to pound them away from the scene, leaving Beauregard to whatever outcome may. Her flight response had been activated, and the jay wasn’t going to be turning back any time soon.

Beauregard vs Wren for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Curved blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather arm wraps
Companion 1: BlueJay, Female - Perception
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual