Ankyra Sound she speaks with a voice that sets men trembling

there is a lot to respond to, so if i missed anything, let me know = here are the rolls click. after chatting on disco, confirmed we are rolling for our own damages.   

the behemoth lumbered towards eske at a collected and controlled canter, his hocks reaching underneath his body so that at the right moment he could drag his momentum forward in a thunderous swipe; a movement aimed to send their small bodies catapulting away like struck gnats. the grey dog is the closest to him, yet as she snapped and bit at his flank his swipe towards her only barely made contact.

not enough to kill, not enough to dismember -- entirely useless and unsatisfying; 0/10, would demand refund for the followin reasons: not bloody enough.

enraged by the lack of a satisfying pop, and denied the vindication of viewing a head tailspin wildly away from its body, the beast slowed and focused his ire elsewhere - the black she-wolf that had moments before barked in a tongue he neither recognized nor cared to understand. he drew back his arm and once more cleaved the air with his scything claws; yet her teeth found and scraped his forearm as he attempted to slapshot her out of his vicinity like an unwanted puck. another unfulfilling strike; shardik would need to work on his technique once this fiasco was wrapped up and over. she had bitten him, and he had countered by way of smacking her clean from his personal space.

that was his tipping point; his first bare miss had been an injury, but this was plain insult -- he bellowed a rough and raw roar that shook the trees and sent birds gracelessly fleeing.

his attention caught on branwen, a small figure skirting his peripherals enough that he momentarily focused on her -- yet her dartings seemed as if feints, and he did not risk exposing his sides to lunge at her taunting. all the same she lunged towards him and bit down hard on his arm as he withdrew it. as he reeled from the pain, armor dodged into contact, drawing blood from his hips in a quick move that was only barely countered by another scythe upward of shardik's long claws - another slap meant to send the dog packing. blixen appeared to have the same intentions; as she darted towards him and bit his shoulders, he lunged with a smack in her direction, this time trying to catch her as her flame-licked form retreated. that hit was satisfying - a sinister smile unfurled across his massive maw as he watched her careen away from the force of his blow.

yet his gloating was shortlived as a blonde streak caught him offguard -- the brief form of dio on the opposite side had caught him in the full extension of his blow towards blixen; the dog managed a thick bite to his flank that drew both pain and blood. enraged by such trespass shardik whirled upon the male, claws raking outward like brutal harrows intending to smack down the creature for his chutzpah. his own damage to the dog would be little, but hopefully enough to ward off future blows.

with so many dogs alongside him, shardik could easily outmuscle them so long as he played intelligently; backing up to a positively massive breach of sequoia trunk so that his back was no longer vulnerable, shardik hunkered down and set to ruthlessly batting off any wolf that came his way.

you know those  levers at the end of a pinball machine that you furiously smack in the direction of that ever looming ball? think that, but with ten razor claws and very angry teeth: that was shardik presently, swiping discordantly in any direction that the dogs came. they could continue to drive at him like an endless line of a colony drawn to its demise, and shardik would continue to flick them from his space in the manner a man wearily flicks an ant from the pristine and cleanly tiled red face of a picnic blanket.