The Bracken Woods Night of the Red Moon

Anubis had seen the launch of his fellow, the Red Pelt poised perfect in the air, sailing as though he were given flight from Horus, himself. The jaws promising and effectively delivering agony to the buck had landed moments after his own leap. The buck had it's front facing him as the companion had latched to a meaty flank of the beast, shrill bleats warning others of it's predicament. Anubis was clean in the air, a dart of darkness with twinklilng star like daggers that shone from midnight's glade.

As the deer was responding to the russet's attack, it's head was lowerered into a buck. The leg flashed out and caught his friend in the toil of pain that was resulted from the hoove, but Anubis had his own life to worry about, as he was sent flying into the antlers of the mutilated food source. At his vector, nothing more than a torrent of drawn out death as he would he skewered.

His trajectory was wrenched from the sky as he twisted his form out of the way of the dreadul thorns, landing on his fours by a bare skin of teeth and reflexes. He saw his counterpart was down for the moment, and thus the buck turned to him, a maddening he knew resulted from an animal which knew it had to fight for it's chances, or atleast take as many opponents down with them. 

This was a dangerous thing, and Anubis stared down a deer that was capable of mortally wounding him, despite it's injured host. The spirit was willing, and so it would perfomr accordingly. The Egytian had to be smart about this.
Using what he knew best, his speed and tenacity, the Prince of Sekket darted to the left of the buck, snapping at the outtskirts of its right front. The beast tried to rear, a natural defense to the aggressor, but as Anubis suspected, such action could not be taken. It was wounded in that shoulder. Weight was favored on the left, both the right flank being massacred and the right being equally as totaled. Anubis quickly shifted directions, avoiding a lunge of pointed antler spikes, and kept drawing the battle out with lunges to various spots.

The goal was to causee the deer to slip up and either mistep, or fall from its own error of pain. With the endurance and cunning the heir had, the man kept snapping, having the deer throw its weight around in a tandem of maelstorm inspired chaos. There was no pattern to his attacks, and nor was there any mercy.