Phantom Hollow Indomitable

A blur of motion caught Redmoon’s sharp eye, but he refused the distraction and concentrated on that claw! It came at him with a mighty swipe capable of taking his head clean off - Redmoon flexed his knees and bounded to the side as the sharp edges brushed his coat, he recoiled and snapped, catching only a twinge of the bear’s flesh. There was no damage but a line of blood strung out onto the red pelt’s face. Then the bear roared in anger while that blur returned and pounced on its back, tearing and clawing, it was a wolf! His eyes scanned over the thing and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

It was his chance to beat feet and get lost! He turned and vanished into the grasses but he only made it ten or so strides before stopping. If not for that wolf, he’d be bear chow. Could he really just leave him there? Yes! He set off again and stopped immediately, ‘Turn around.’ He commanded himself. ‘Don’t you dare leave,’ his eyes glanced to the sky, ‘the Scorekeeper is watching.’ 

Before he knew it he was racing full blast back towards the bear. So hard was his run that his body was streamlined and his ears were flat back on his scalp. His teeth were barred yet he made no sound of the charge. He shot through the grasses and into the clearing where the bear had stomped the vegetation down in its attempt to dislodge the brutish monster atop its shoulders. Redmoon never slowed down and he speared in straight - this time his aim was true and he used his broad chest as a ram, slamming into the bear’s rear right leg. All of eighty-five pounds, Redmoon wasn’t exactly a defining force and he wasn’t going to knock over a bear. 

But the impact didn’t go without result as the bear stumbled. The red pelt then proceeded to clamp down. Wrapping his forelegs around the leg and moving his mouth around to the side, he struck hard at the ankle tendons on the rear leg and his jaws clamped down like a vice. He’d learned with his hunt alongside Anubis that if the prey was immobile, the fight was over. But what he failed to take into account was that this prey had teeth, claws and was hundreds of pounds his superior, and it knew how to fight back. 

Suddenly Redmoon was airborne, flipping end over end until he hit the ground on his side. Pain surged along his left hip as his yipped aloud from both the strike and the falling impact. Looking up he was shocked to see how far the bear had batted him but his eye also caught the blood flowing from its right ankle and the coppery taste of victory in his own mouth. 

Standing up, his numb left leg made him fall. Growling in determination, he walked in three or four circles to walk out the numbness and as soon as he found feeling he angled back towards his foe and raced back in.

This fight wasn’t over until Redmoon said it was!