01-29-2020, 08:09 AM
Leroy's wild onslaught of desperate kicks and flails had commenced, though its duration was incredibly brief. Before any progress could be made in regards to actually removing the sash, Aurum utilized his unfair size advantage and merely plucked the general off his body as if he were some rogue, unwanted hair. The canine had also been catapulted through the air, as well, which caused more humiliation than harm in the long run. Shortly after the rough landing that followed the throwing of his body, Leroy staggers to all fours and scans the battlefield to find that the other masked members of Tanglewood began engaging with their unmasked counterparts as well. Sam and Beck made marks out of Abathur and Miller, leaving Snarl and the proxy unattended. He could've sworn he'd heard giggling as well, and was dead sure that a few more faces concealed themselves from plain view, but those who hid themselves did not matter. No, the priority remained on the bigger, easier, much more obvious targets.
Snarl and Aurum. Both on the medium-to-large side. The hound recalls that Moth has yet to make an appearance. With the feline being quite smaller than him, Leroy figures that the chaser would prove to be an easier victim for the feline. Thus, his chocolate gaze falls on Aurum once more. His paws dug into the earth, readying the male for another attack. This time, he'd be more direct. This time, he wouldn't get fucking thrown. In a flash, his paws spring from the ground, and Leroy bounds towards the lion. Once the distance between him and the proxy was about a metre (give or take), he launched from the ground, his jaw wide open and prepared to clamp shut. When his wet nose practically brushed against Aurum's fur, the wolfhound's mouth closed in a snapping motion. His intentions were to bite the cloth so he could pull it off with relative ease, though his attempt had three possible outcomes to it. Firstly, there was the chance that he shut too early and didn't catch the oversized feline at all. Secondly, he could have done as he planned, and latch onto the cloth's fibrous surface. Or, he could have bit down too late, and chomp down on the second-in-command's figure. Totally depended on the timing of it all, and how quickly the wildcat reacted.
Snarl and Aurum. Both on the medium-to-large side. The hound recalls that Moth has yet to make an appearance. With the feline being quite smaller than him, Leroy figures that the chaser would prove to be an easier victim for the feline. Thus, his chocolate gaze falls on Aurum once more. His paws dug into the earth, readying the male for another attack. This time, he'd be more direct. This time, he wouldn't get fucking thrown. In a flash, his paws spring from the ground, and Leroy bounds towards the lion. Once the distance between him and the proxy was about a metre (give or take), he launched from the ground, his jaw wide open and prepared to clamp shut. When his wet nose practically brushed against Aurum's fur, the wolfhound's mouth closed in a snapping motion. His intentions were to bite the cloth so he could pull it off with relative ease, though his attempt had three possible outcomes to it. Firstly, there was the chance that he shut too early and didn't catch the oversized feline at all. Secondly, he could have done as he planned, and latch onto the cloth's fibrous surface. Or, he could have bit down too late, and chomp down on the second-in-command's figure. Totally depended on the timing of it all, and how quickly the wildcat reacted.