Memories that haunt us like ghosts

Oath's heart skipped a beat as he saw the buffalo's horn tear into Azriel's shoulder, the sight of blood painting the night with an ominous hue. His usual lighthearted demeanor vanished, replaced by a ferocity built from a need to protect. He watched as Azriel's fury intensified, his companion moving with a terrifying power that Oath had never seen before. Azriel sure was.. different.

Without a word, Oath moved in tandem with Azriel's assault, his own instincts taking over. He didn't need to command or direct; they were in sync, a practiced dance of survival. As Azriel attacked the buffalo's face, Oath darted low, aiming for the beast's hind leg. His teeth found purchase in the tender flesh, tearing at it with all the force he could muster.

He could feel the buffalo's strength waning as it bled out, but he kept his focus sharp, knowing they had to finish this quickly. The beast's bellows echoed around them, but Oath paid it no mind, fully attuned to the pulse of the battle and to Azriel, who fought like a force of nature beside him.

[ 3/3 Fought a large opponent (Buffalo) ]