Ankyra Sound Thank God for melodies

Indeed, he was caught off guard but oft he'd been ready for this trick as he was now. A somewhat surprise attack wasn't much of a surprise when it was expected. He neatly sidestepped, watching the fury being unleashed. That was the problem and he'd trained others out of it -- it was always harder to train yourself even if you knew how.
"Control." Was his only command. If you could control rage, it becomes dangerous. Without control, it is worthless.

He leaned down, snapping his teeth near his nephew's rump before sharply pulling away, hoping to avoid his easy turning. The smaller you were, the faster you usually were; on a pivot at least.