outside of bounds

The walrus was being attacked from all angles, even losing an eyeball in the process of it all. It had abandoned its spar with him as its tusks dove for the blue kid, and that's when Grimoire decided to go for another opening. He launched himself forward, head down and horns pointing forward as he charged. He sought to force his horns as deep into the walrus as he possibly could and finally put an end to this. The biting and scratching was doing little to bring it down, and all it was doing was making the animal slowly bleed to death. Which was all fine and well, but this was going on too long. With a sickening squelch sound and a weird feeling running down his horns, he thrust himself forward until his horns wouldn't go any further. The beast bellowed once more before falling forward, and Grimoire realized he was in a position where he was about to get crushed if he didn't get out of the way asap! He pulled back, but his horns were in there pretty deep. Wrenching his head and yanking back as the walrus' weight bore down on him, he ended up caught between it and the ground.

His growling was muffled, his hind legs scrambling at dirt and snow as he wiggled his way out from beneath the beast. Finally with a 'plop' he managed to yank himself free and landed on his ass. He wrinkled his muzzle at the beast, blood, fat, and god knew what else clinging to his horns before he shook it off. Well, that was that, he supposed.