11-18-2018, 04:58 PM
▹▹▹▹ In a regular fight, this would have been no problem. Kit was a large creature, and while he wasn't a wall of weight like Vagabond was, he had the ability to be lithe, and muscle on his side to carry out practically any action that he pleased, so long as he was focused. His mind did not linger as to why this fight was occuring, why an ally would attack him; but perhaps that fact was simply that. This individual, this one person, was not to be an ally of theirs. All Kit knew was, though, his survival was on the line. He wasn't sure how far Vagabond was going to take this, but any fight could easily end in death, and Kit was not willing to die. He knew he was outmatched, but there was no backing out now. Either he fought, and put in as much damage as he could, evenknowing that from sheer size difference alone he would take several blows, or admit his defeat and die, or leave a potential threat still lingering on their borders. He was somewhere over two hundred pounds, but that still meant Vagabond was nearly four times his weight.
Atticus' teeth dug into Vagabond's shoulder as much as he could get his jaws to close around the Hellhound's body, violently twisting in an attempt to injure his shoulder as much as possible. His gaze however drifted up slightly as he saw the daggers begin to float again, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth just a stark reminder, his adrenaline pumping as he knew he had to move. He had to move, but where? There was nowhere to move, nowhere that he could feasibly dash in a split second where those honing-daggers would still not find their mark, not with an ability like that. He growled lowly, waiting until it seemed like the daggers would make for their final strike before he would let Vagabond go and drop to the ground out of their reach, A paw striking out to try and rake down Vagabond's belly as he lay somewhat prone, trying to give himself enough time to move again. Of course, with the dagger still forgotten in his leg, he moved slower than he might have originally, finding himself, in the next moments, crushed by the sheer weight of the Hellhound. He felt his breath wheezing out of his chest before he could stop it, a firey pain rushing up his side akin to someone lighting him on fire, pain dazzling across his eyes as his paws struggled, trying to catch his breath as ribs fractured and broke. Effectively pinned, given the weight upon him was not one he could shove off in his present state, he shoved down the panic that threatened to overtake him, trying to at least rake his claws down where he could, to find some footing, and to get the beast to move
Atticus' teeth dug into Vagabond's shoulder as much as he could get his jaws to close around the Hellhound's body, violently twisting in an attempt to injure his shoulder as much as possible. His gaze however drifted up slightly as he saw the daggers begin to float again, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth just a stark reminder, his adrenaline pumping as he knew he had to move. He had to move, but where? There was nowhere to move, nowhere that he could feasibly dash in a split second where those honing-daggers would still not find their mark, not with an ability like that. He growled lowly, waiting until it seemed like the daggers would make for their final strike before he would let Vagabond go and drop to the ground out of their reach, A paw striking out to try and rake down Vagabond's belly as he lay somewhat prone, trying to give himself enough time to move again. Of course, with the dagger still forgotten in his leg, he moved slower than he might have originally, finding himself, in the next moments, crushed by the sheer weight of the Hellhound. He felt his breath wheezing out of his chest before he could stop it, a firey pain rushing up his side akin to someone lighting him on fire, pain dazzling across his eyes as his paws struggled, trying to catch his breath as ribs fractured and broke. Effectively pinned, given the weight upon him was not one he could shove off in his present state, he shoved down the panic that threatened to overtake him, trying to at least rake his claws down where he could, to find some footing, and to get the beast to move