Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

Did you wanna do this fight with dice in the tabletop forum, or just wing it through replies here?

This was everything he had ever wanted. Upon seeing the mountain for the first time, Lazarus knew he would one day control it — he knew he would be the master atop the peak, the strongest creature for miles, and he would spread his seed like a good soldier to those worthy of it. He had desired this mountain as soon as he'd stepped foot upon its soil; more so than his desire for Amekaze, Lazarus' devotion to this place was so intense it could not be put in to words. He could not leave the cliffside, would not leave it, even when the pack had called for aid during the hunt he had remained behind to guard it, to learn its paths and its many secrets.

But those secrets would not help him now—his knowledge of the mountain would not give him any sort of upperhand in this situation. He did not feel he needed the aid of the mountain though, so great was his ego. When Charon stood poised and ready to attack, he merely grinned; and then when the pale boy shot straight for him, a deep laugh spilled out from his gritted teeth and Lazarus, hungry for battle and bloodshed, welcomed the adrenaline spike. He ducked, turned an inch or two, and hoped he'd moved quick enough to deflect the oncoming ball of pale fur and rage with the jut of his shoulder. Lazarus' laughter was briefly inturrupted by the blow of body-against-body, and he snapped his teeth at the air, hoping his reach was not compromised as he sought the flesh of the boy king.