03-18-2019, 02:21 AM
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He was far too lost in the moment to fully register the impact coursing through the tussle of limbs and flying fur. Nerves failed to inform him of the blow delivered by Ramona's charge, but one moment his teeth shredded into something, and the next, he bit the dust.
The little cat jerked back to his feet despite the stumble, jaws parted in the beginning of a snarl as his eyes tracked the hound responsible. He lurched when she spun around, anger welling up inside his chest and rattling in his head. Her front paws struck his face, yet the combination of numbness and the mask -- he didn't remember putting it on, when did he put it on? He didn't want it on! The combination of numbness and the mask spared him from the strikes, hardly disconcerting him. If anything, the sharpened spikes lining the mask's bone cheeks would've pricked her paw pads. His head still was knocked to the side, but it swiftly snapped back, hollow eyes burning behind the blanched face of bone he adorned. Beck didn't acknowledge [member=3295]ramona.[/member]'s plea, instead responding with an abrupt upward swipe to her chin, although his claws potentially could slash her neck as well. It was scarcely enough to satiate the hatred bubbling over its brim in his guts. He followed by moving to jab an elbow into her windpipe on the way down from his initial swing, seeking to at least stun her.
Harsh shrieking pierced through his thoughts, earning a pained whine from the boy. He stepped back from Ramona, spine bristling with static and head violently tossing about to rid of the horrid noise. Too much noise, too much noise. His focus locked onto the source, and an unhinged wail tore from his throat. Before he himself could realize it, Beck was ramming into [member=3615]JERVIS[/member]'s flank, the devilish horns of his mask aimed to gore into the fox's torso twice. Even if the mask's horns didn't return slick with blood, the poltergeist attempted tackling Jervis to the sand, teeth snapping at anything he could latch onto in a frenzy and toxic spit flying with every careless bite He didn't care about the possibility he might have saved Crow, or that he left open vulnerability by not ending Ramona on the spot. No, all he wanted was to shut this fucker up.
The little cat jerked back to his feet despite the stumble, jaws parted in the beginning of a snarl as his eyes tracked the hound responsible. He lurched when she spun around, anger welling up inside his chest and rattling in his head. Her front paws struck his face, yet the combination of numbness and the mask -- he didn't remember putting it on, when did he put it on? He didn't want it on! The combination of numbness and the mask spared him from the strikes, hardly disconcerting him. If anything, the sharpened spikes lining the mask's bone cheeks would've pricked her paw pads. His head still was knocked to the side, but it swiftly snapped back, hollow eyes burning behind the blanched face of bone he adorned. Beck didn't acknowledge [member=3295]ramona.[/member]'s plea, instead responding with an abrupt upward swipe to her chin, although his claws potentially could slash her neck as well. It was scarcely enough to satiate the hatred bubbling over its brim in his guts. He followed by moving to jab an elbow into her windpipe on the way down from his initial swing, seeking to at least stun her.
Harsh shrieking pierced through his thoughts, earning a pained whine from the boy. He stepped back from Ramona, spine bristling with static and head violently tossing about to rid of the horrid noise. Too much noise, too much noise. His focus locked onto the source, and an unhinged wail tore from his throat. Before he himself could realize it, Beck was ramming into [member=3615]JERVIS[/member]'s flank, the devilish horns of his mask aimed to gore into the fox's torso twice. Even if the mask's horns didn't return slick with blood, the poltergeist attempted tackling Jervis to the sand, teeth snapping at anything he could latch onto in a frenzy and toxic spit flying with every careless bite He didn't care about the possibility he might have saved Crow, or that he left open vulnerability by not ending Ramona on the spot. No, all he wanted was to shut this fucker up.