Lab Protocol

N/A · 10-17-2013, 07:15 PM

His teeth clamped down on King Maverick's leg, but he made sure not to hurt him. Pivoting on his king's leg he swung around to meet nothing.... Then his face rammed into King Maverick's chest. Dazed for a moment he back pedaled. This would allow his thinking and vision to clear enough to continue. When he regained rational thought, Crucible immediately put himself back into a defensive position. His shoulders rolled, and his chin tilted down. His feet squared and his tail tucked.

A little winded now, the boy would aim for the king's left shoulder. What he hoped would happen was that the king would counter his move and lower his head. This would allow Crucible to then slow his attack enough to replace gnashing jaws with his shoulder blade to ram into the king's head. A little doubtful of his plan, but his logic seemed sound. He wasn't really sure what would happen if this went well, but if it didn't...well he'd probably just run into a big angry set of teeth.

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