Random Mini Event: Tremor me Timbers

The bear held its focus on the Warlord, and his son could feel the pressure mounting. Dad was tough, but he was also old. He couldn't let anything bad happen to his old man, he couldn't let anything bad happen to Grim. That, and the bear was dangerously close to the Armada. With that, mini-Sirius bore down hard on his assault, not missing a beat. Doing as much damage as he could, exacting as much force as he could. Heart pounding in his chest as he set to work, dealing his damage with intention and precision.

Go for the killing blow. dad's instructions came. Without another thought to it, Dread sunk his teeth into where he could approximate the jugular vein to be. Into the neck, sinking in as fiercely as he possibly could. Snarling, a sound that resonated deep in his throat, deep in his chest. It's with great effort, and he could feel the blood and the gore as it began to coat his face and neck. He was doing all he could. A bruiser, a defender.

"Dread Fatalis"