Don't Be A Dumbass... That's My Job [Ronan]

Tarnish had no remorse for what he'd done. Coyotes were competition and enemies, the fewer of them in the world the better. Though deep down he felt something stir but it didn't quite reach his mind. He still felt that odd, almost surreal detachment since the day he'd fallen ill. He grinned as the man's expression shifted to a snarl and quickly set his defenses. Fuck yea, he could use a real fight.

The larger man was fast, his wings flipping out and it was then Tarnish realized they were bladed as one clipped his face, slicing through his forehead between his eyes. Pain shot threw him with all the mixed feelings it brought as he felt like he was snapped back into the world proper. Lucky shot.

Snarling Tarnish kicked forward seeking to race under the outstretched wing that had struck him, fangs outstretched as he tried to sink his fangs into the man's armpit. His right paw raised, slicing downward as he aimed to cut into the man's left side. Tarnish wanted to sink his claws in up to the knuckled, hoping to go as deep as possible.


Tarnish vs Ronan for Maim (side scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed Gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Chainmail Cowl
Companion 1: Crow, Male, Battle
Companion 2: Jaguarundi, Male, Battle
Mutation 1: Mountain lion paws with retractable claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Quills - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter