to arms, to arms

Björn was pleased with just how quickly the others sprang to action. Hackles up, blood spraying from his eyes, he presents a vicious sight. Bloody, brilliant, and deeply deranged. Dominus, the purple child, and Mochi all coming to join him-- excellent. Spurred on by their appearance, and Corsair's boldness to go as far as to nip at the beast's nose, Björn doubles down. An assault to the beast's leg, grabbing at the ankle.

The moose kicks out, grazing the rot prince's shoulder. Though he flinches, he doesn't yelp. Right, go for the ankle, drive it off. Bowing his shoulders, arching his neck, and driving at the beast with his antlers, he spurs it on. Maybe they can get it to fall on the way out, figuring dead better than gone... but gone is good too. Get a move on, big ol' bitch.

"Björn"