Moonspear new car smell

I love this thread so much. Gonna roll again -- 13+ is hit for Lazarus --> 2 <-- om f g 

They snapped at one another to no avail. Lazarus missed his chance, and then the boy - perhaps emboldened by this mistake - came after the white beast's face with his teeth. He was lucky. The boy did not bite down upon his snout but came close, snapping air in the manner of a hungry crocodile. Lazarus would take his chance here — he thrust his body forward upon the boy with the intent to push him over, the full weight of his body as well as that of his experience sat behind the maneuver. To supplement this sudden upheaval, Lazarus dove forward with his teeth and grabbed for Floki's lower jaw, trying to grab his cheek or part of the fur of his throat. His goal was not to tear out the boy's throat — though he deeply desired to on some level — but to cut off his air or make him stumble with further reaction. The more disoriented he could make this half-trained beast the better.

None of what he planned came to fruition, though. It might have been a good thing, for each failed attempt brought rage to Lazarus' movements. He snapped at Floki's throat as he bludgeoned with his body, but the younger boy was fleet of foot, and back-tracked hastily enough to avoid him. Perhaps Lazarus had underestimated this child. He did not entertain this thought for long, for as soon as it passed in to his mind it enlivened some sort of ferality within him. This match was swiftly becoming more serious by  the moment.