Antlers stabbing into muscle wasn't enough to drive her away, unfortunately. After being buffeted over the head with a feathered thwack, Beck sharply recoiled, thrashing his head side-to-side in attempts to blindly strike the white blur in the air. To no avail, based on the weight dropping onto his back, her claws sinking into the torn wound already present, festering with ancient black blood and carefully hidden by ruffled hackles. If he wasn't livid before, he certainly was now. The scrawny deer quickly became a bucking bronco, a whirlwind of angered kicks and hops. He bucked and reared erratically, he twisted around to nip at her throat with shockingly carnivorous teeth, he even slammed his side against a tree in hopes of crushing her. It didn't seem to effect her, having nestled herself right between his jutting shoulder blades. A ragged bellow hissed through clenched teeth, his flailing tiring as every method failed. Gangly limbs staggered to the side, scarred knees catching on brambles, a panting growl rattling in his chest. Her words were hasty, his ears twitching upwards as the poltergeist's unstable apparition distorted. It almost affected him, her speech almost another arrow piercing through flesh, but Beck knew better. Nothing could break his deal, and believe him when he said he had tried everything over the span of five centuries: suicide, rituals, even seeking out a reaper-like entity not too far from what she claimed to be. And he was still tethered to the world. But despite no true threat to her words, they still hurt.
What's the only logical action to take when an annoying wolf was clinging to your back? Stop, drop, and roll. Before Argus could leap off like she intended to, Beck flung himself onto his back, a breathless shriek, that never sounded thanks to a clenched jaw, at the pain shooting through his entire spine and chest barely slipped from his burning lungs. Although he was a scrawny and gaunt figure from a life of rummaging or stealing for food, even starving bucks carried enough bulk on their frames to flatten whatever fool angered them -- Argus included. Considering she had hooked her claws into his flanks meant she had no other options to go down with him, where he rolled and writhed before scrambling back to his cloven hooves. If she hadn't been knocked off by that, then there she would be able to leap from his back, slashing at his hide in the process. Not that he could distinguish the stinging lacerations anyways from the aching still throbbing through his being at the self-inflicted fall against the earth. His disfigured snout scrunched up at her insistence to speak, lantern-like eyes gleaming with wrath as he hurriedly recovered, apparition flickering as it strained to control itself in its anger. She's lying, she's a liar, they all are liars -- "Shut up! Just shut up!" Beck hoarsely roared, his voice garbled by a second entity chiming in and causing an eerie shriek to echo throughout the swamp. Movements spasmodic as if made by a marionette's, Beck wheeled around to face away from Argus and mule-kick her square in the jaw. If she truly wanted to sabotage her group, then she wouldn't have mulled around practically foaming at the mouth, waiting for an unlucky patrol to harass. Or perhaps, Beck was seeking a fight as much as she was, craving a target to use as a punching bag under the guise of protecting his clan.
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