On three? Sure, Ronan grunted in the affirmative, took a moment to inhale then breathe out. Tension always clung to his form, muscles coiled too tight, tendons always under strain. At this point he didn't know how to relax, had forgotten how and felt the ache of it at the end of every day. 1,2,3. The duo leapt into action, the pale wolf making a grab for a a slashing hand in order to stop it from ripping open the black of his nose. Fair.
Ronan, was quick to monopolise on the distraction, angling himself behind its head where he could slam down both front paws on the back of its neck. A valiant effort at making its legs buckle in order to pin it down to the ground. It was a sturdy fucker and only hissed in reptile rage, somehow twisted enough that Ronan had to drag his paws further down its spine to get out of the way.
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