Post by Fenrir on Aug 4, 2008 8:34:16 GMT -5
"Yes!" roared Fenrir, the bloodlust overtaking his senses, as Marc suddenly sprung into action. He moved quickly for his size, and that speed would be his greatest advantage for dealing with the larger lycan. If he could remain outside of Fenrir's reach, then he'd be forcing Fenrir to attack him and then slowly tire the older lycan down. Only problem was that Fenrir didn't tire easily: especially when his battle rage was upon him. Marc didn't attack him in some all-out-rage, but he sprung to the left of the one-eyed lycan. Whirling about with inhuman speed, the dark-haired lycan had enough time to see Streampaw richochet off of the tree, and disappear to his right. That was the one problem for Fenrir: his right eye had been cut out by Sylph O'Dell and now he had a blind side.
He attempted to turn around in time, muscles tensing as he did so, but he had only gotten halfway there when the snarling Streampaw collided with his chest. Bellowing with irratation, Fenrir staggered backward as the smaller lycan's blunt claws drove into his flesh from the force of his attack, but sadly the younger lycan didn't have the mass to successfully knock Fenrir over. Breathing heavily, Fenrir grabbed Marc by the throat and the fur of his back and the towering man said, "Clever attempt, trying ta catch me off balance and all. Now it's mae turn, bucko!" Smiling insanely, Fenrir grunted as he hefted Streampaw and like a colossus he charged the very tree that Marc had used to springboard off: holding Marc in front of him. Roaring loudly, Fenrir rammed into the tree at full force and since Marc had been held in front of him, the smaller lycan had absorbed most of the impact.
Dropping the pup like a ragdoll, Fenrir backed a few steps away to let him recover when he felt something dripping down his chest. Marc's claws managed to pierce his skin and now he had little rivers of blood trickling down his body. Gingerly running a finger over his wounds, Fenrir thoughtly placed it into his mouth and sucked down the blood. "It's not hot enough Streampaw, ya've got ta do better ta make mae blood boil. So get up and do better!"
He attempted to turn around in time, muscles tensing as he did so, but he had only gotten halfway there when the snarling Streampaw collided with his chest. Bellowing with irratation, Fenrir staggered backward as the smaller lycan's blunt claws drove into his flesh from the force of his attack, but sadly the younger lycan didn't have the mass to successfully knock Fenrir over. Breathing heavily, Fenrir grabbed Marc by the throat and the fur of his back and the towering man said, "Clever attempt, trying ta catch me off balance and all. Now it's mae turn, bucko!" Smiling insanely, Fenrir grunted as he hefted Streampaw and like a colossus he charged the very tree that Marc had used to springboard off: holding Marc in front of him. Roaring loudly, Fenrir rammed into the tree at full force and since Marc had been held in front of him, the smaller lycan had absorbed most of the impact.
Dropping the pup like a ragdoll, Fenrir backed a few steps away to let him recover when he felt something dripping down his chest. Marc's claws managed to pierce his skin and now he had little rivers of blood trickling down his body. Gingerly running a finger over his wounds, Fenrir thoughtly placed it into his mouth and sucked down the blood. "It's not hot enough Streampaw, ya've got ta do better ta make mae blood boil. So get up and do better!"