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He ceased the shaking of his head as soon as Cypress’ grasp loosened. With a smile on his face he looked onward as his darker attempted to gain stability in his standing. Taking this moment to his advantage, the greyscaled Frostfur gathered himself into a crouch suddenly before bounding  forward. The raven’s war cries rang loud and clear as Rannoch propelled himself forward, only to find that vertigo had done his work for him. This did not stop Rannoch’s attack and instead it only motivated him more. He let out a sharp bark as he lept at Cypress, hoping to land on his back. If he did just this, he would then go straight for the ears-- his favorite target and his person achilles heel.