Neverwinter Forest throw my fist

Despite his ferocious bravado, the miasma that plagued Cypress had slowed his reaction time significantly and he was already somewhat off balance by the time Rannoch darted forth like a fluffy, gray battering ram and body-slammed his raven-furred brother to the ground. The air whooshed from Cypress’ lungs as his misty blue eyes filled with involuntary tears; he blinked rapidly, trying to get his bearings, but in the next moment his sensitive ears were assaulted. It roused a berserker-like rage in the stygian prince, and he bucked like a bronco with a cry of effort as he tried to unseat the dandelion fluff boy with little success. Then, using his position to his advantage, Cypress dropped his shoulder and tried to roll, aiming to scrape the boy off as his lips curled and a furious growl tangled in his throat.