Firefly Glen wild things

It was as if Hydra and Atshen were jousting; charging headfirst towards one another in an attempt to bring the other down. At least, that was what Atshen had intended when he had surged forward. Hydra, on the other hand, had some tricks up her sleeve that the Silencer had not anticipated. Hydra barely grazed past him, maneuvering herself so that she missed any impact that she would have endured had they collided. 

Both dumbfounded and impressed, Atshen halted suddenly in an attempt to recollect himself and launch his counter. The velocity in which Atshen stamped his paws until the ground and weight that he held did not create favorable conditions for the embar-eyed man. In his attempt to ground himself, the Silencer felt the weight of his chest cause him to lean forward enough to lose his balance and crash forward with his forelimbs tucked upon his undercarriage. 

Unlike others in his situation, Atshen felt no shame in his wipeout. Rage took the spot of any humility that may have crossed his mind and drove him back onto his paws and in the direction of Hydra, resuming the chase now that the unexpected intermission was out of the way.