Blackfeather Woods He thrusts his fists against the posts

Click for my lame wounds-roll-thing. Gash wherever (I don’t care where) and torn ear. I also have no idea if you meant roll for hits or roll for wounds rip

The enemy makes the first move, a silver streak lunging towards him. Kove had only barely settled into place when he was engaging in battle, his body, though aching, meeting his opponent’s head-on; he was not using his head, acting before thinking in a rare demonstration of foolish actions. But there was no time to think—not when there was a male coming towards him. He lunged forth, too, with jaws opened wide; he did not intend to bite down first, always slow to tear into flesh, he simply aimed to use Elwood’s momentum against him by barreling into his approaching form.