Redhawk Caldera Crunch time

Not gonna lie I think I partially avoided replying in order to spend way too long trying to work out the physics of a wolf headlock without access to a physical canine, heh.

Apparently the latter was the option she wanted.  He certainly wasn't prepared for it, his brain creeping along like a cold caterpillar, but that didn't mean he was going to just roll over, even if at a certain point he wished to.

He wasn't able to dodge the pounce at all, and instead pulled away from the direction she came for a moment before shifting his momentum to shove his rather dense figure swiftly into her without planning on stopping.  Having a full four feet on the ground was certainly more advantageous for throwing ones weight around compared to two or even three.  He was aiming to throw her off balance enough that him pulling free would be the least of her concerns -- hell, Quixote was the type who'd probably walk right over her if she was particularly stubborn about not letting go, no regrets.  All he was looking for wars a small opening when a wolf's forelimbs were especially bad for grappling.  If he managed to roll her, that would just be a bonus.