Hangry Hangry Hippos

They aren't alone with the glistening grey beasts for long. A child is quick to join the fray, followed by a cat, and a familiar face. Ah, perhaps the cat had a good point. Björn has never been much for using his brain, just the brawn instead. If they get out of the way of the baby, maybe the adult will chill but uh... shit, is it too late for that?

That, and he's not so good at being told what to do. As the beast charged, Björn ducked out of the way. A swing of the hammer whip, trying to tangle and topple the creature in the meantime. Shit, if he could get the right angle, they'd be golden. Heart pounding, holding the weapon for just long enough to let the beast get swept up in it before letting go... maybe it would be fine. Maybe it would be ignored. So much for strategy, Björn knew he was better off with his teeth.

"Björn"