Hunting Adventure

This was the second time he had been witness to some stranger insulting his queen and this time he had no intention of standing idly by and letting her a) have all the fun and b) fight for her own honour. He was her duke and this was as much duty as it was his right. So though eyes would stare at them for a short time, following flashing movement for a time when he felt he could easily hop in. His defences were set, legs bent and paws splayed as he moved slowly around the permitter of the fight, eyes narrowed and ears folded against attack. Neck was lowered, parallel to his spine, jaw unhinged to further protect his throat. Tail lashed angrily behind him, hung low, ready to be either thrust out and used as a rudder or tucked neatly to protect against attack. Abdomen coiled and tightened, back arched to gather his core strength but still he waited, massive paws pressing heavily into the ground as claws dug in and pulled him around the fight. Finally he saw it, as the white witch attempted to power her way further into Cat's grip and then leap away he would completely lower her head, skull flung to one side (away from Cat) to present heavily muscled shoulders and upper neck, hackles flying upwards to make the behemoth of a man seem even larger. One paw raked the ground in much the way of a bull preparing to charge, verdant eyes narrowing as he waited a moment longer until this female was beside his queen. Then he would charge, moving low and slow as he beelined for her in the hope that she was so engrossed in her battle that she wouldn't notice his approach. The massive man looked to use his mass to slam himself into her in much the way an elephant would, looking to collide his shoulder with her chest and throw her back. Should she remain on her paws, however, giant crown would swing low and wide, looking to gain a hold on her forepaw closest to him. He wold seek a hold on a joint, preferably ankle to crush the bone easier but he would take any flesh and bone jaws could find purchase on.

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ATTACKS: Charging low and hard at Pandia, looking to slam his shoulder into her chest and know her backwards. If he fails in this head will swing around to attempt to grab hold of the foreleg closest to him.

DEFENSES: Legs bent, paws splayed, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, head lowered, jaws open, tail ready to tuck or be used as a rudder, stomach tucked, back arched, claws digging into the ground, hackles raised.

INJURIES: None, first round

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