Wild Berry Meadow a golden crown

A miss for me!

 

Pent up aggression had lead Atshen to this moment, giving him an opponent who would meet said aggression justly. The surging momentum of mass doesn't surprise Atshen and instead allowed him the opportunity to brace for the other's attack. Pushing forth a hard shoulder in an attempt to block the other's attack, Atshen is then met with the first blow despite his efforts. Feeling the teeth of the other clamp down around his neck, the Silencer flinched as the strength behind the attack was driven. Given Atshen's nature, such strength would not he shied away from. Instead, the brute would meet it with his own. Feeling the other's attempts in imbalancing him, Atshen felt himself grow quickly rigid as he attempted to hold his own, all too preoccupied in doing this to even consider counteracting with an assault of his own.