Swiftcurrent Creek battleaxe

He would pivot – though her spry and youthful frame was at him each time, her use of force against his larger frame almost comical the first time.. and then it became quickly exhausting. His own jaws would snap toward her – not to main or harm, but to stave her away or to trip her. Somehow, Bazi remained the flighty imp that would just escape his collision each time.

A rumbling growl escaped him then, his figure swinging to face her as he had just stumbled past her onslaught, and as he crouched, Scimitar made the decision to pounce then – his weight lurching heavily as he made to force contact with the ivory girl and knock her form her pretty little paws.