!hEpdoZ.tHU 04/06/10(Tue)18:43 No.9023988|
You begin to approach the wounded beast - it makes a few lame swings at you with its talons, but you easily dance out of the way. You keep eyeing its throat, its long, vulnerable throat, waiting for an opening. Fast, seemingly unable to wait any longer, dashes in, her fangs seeking the throat just as yours wish to.
The wounded prey swats at her with its claws, and she is sent flying several feet, trailing blood and feathers. Your jaw drops and nictitating membranes flicker in a gesture of surprise and fear, and you shrink back slightly. You, Strange, and Angry now circle the beast, slowly. Slowly.
You catch Strange's eye. You then stare at the throat, and raise your head-crest. She clucks, an affirming sound in your rudimentary hunting-tongue. Angry seems perplexed, too focussed on the prey, unresponsive to your qeues.
With a shriek, you and your sister lunge at the beast from two different directions - she aiming for the flanks, you going for the throat. The prey's focus is split and it cannot land a hit on either of you, and hot blood fills your mouth as its leathery hide tears between your teeth. It makes a long, loud lowing sound, and tries to make good with its claws now that you're in grappling range.
Quick! Roll a d20!