Gyrfalcon's Keep break you down and swallow you up

The chase was on and before he knew it they were chasing the rams towards the sand. They were lucky indeed to be able to herd both rams towards the sands. Just as the rams slowed down in the sands one of them, the smaller of the pair, branched off, managing to get away. It was lucky indeed that they would find the larger one all alone. Charon knew that it required delicacy to kill such a beast, for he’d done it before and they had both suffered a headbutt or two that time.

Szymon was upon the beast’s hind legs while Charon kept its head busy, narrowly avoiding getting hit several times. As the head turned towards Szymon, Charon was quick to leap at the animal’s neck, having ample experience with Moonspear’s mountain goats and sheep, and sank his teeth into its neck to finish this; blood gushing from the animal’s throat to signify this would soon be over while it tried to hit anything it could get in range of with whatever means it had left in its weakening body.