Trouble brewing

Alaric listened quietly to Rhazien's plan. Not very strategic, but it was good enough. Avoid getting hit, wear the beast down, and slay it. Fine by him. Before Alaric could speak, Rhazien had took charge right at the tiger's hock. He watched as it twisted it's body and swiped for the male but missed. This is where Alaric would charge in.

Alaric's ears were flat against his skull to prevent loosing them, his eye narrowed to protect his irreplaceable eyesight. He tucked his chin to protect his vitals. Once he made sure his basic defenses were cover, he moved in closer. His hackles raised defiantly as he let out a threatening snarl. His black maws splayed open and sought out the front leg that was opposite to the one Rhazien had gotten a hold of. He figured if they could immobilize the cat, it would make their job a lot easier.

His fangs found warm skin and tore through it with ease. Blood filled his maws as he applied pressure as heavy as he could. His head jerked and shook, tearing the wound deeper and deeper. He was aiming to bite down to the bone, to make it very difficult to walk for the beast. He could feel the tiger moving in his grip and he found it somewhat challenging to hold on.

His grip relented, much to his displeasure. The beats seemed to try to move all at once, now swiping for Alaric. Alaric moved backwards just in the nick of time, only a small scratch on his nose seemed to trickle down blood. His gaze flashed to Rhazien and he quickly moved in to make his next attack.