Blood for the Blood Gods

Basilisk spared only the shortest glance to ensure that Andy was complying, and another upwards to ensure that his Kea was keeping an eye on the pup. After that, he had time only for the cat. It too had watched as the smaller and perhaps tastier treat had run behind it. He glanced at Basilisk as if to see how much room it could clear in order to grab the pup and escape up a tree…

Not willing to give it an inch, Basilisk attached. Aiming for its neck as he launched himself at the tiger. The tiger was almost small in comparison to the wolf and as it twisted to avoid his attack, Andy’s attacks and growls served to add confusion to the mess. For good measure, his kea dived at its head, dividing its attention to give Bas the opportunity to grasp his claws around its neck and slam it to the ground. He made sure its head got a good knock on the way down, and then slammed a paw to its noggin to ensure it was truly concussed.

“Alright, Andy. come around here and show me how you’d finish him off” He said to the purple pup.


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