Moonspear a hero to the masses, to those born without chances

his lunge was quickly parried, fangs brushing against the dark of hydra’s skull. he found himself ready to brace against her next move, only to find himself gravely unbalanced. how he had relied on that fourth appendage! and now that it was gone, found himself severely lacking.

he tried to zig, and instead fell flat on his ass from his carrying momentum and hydra’s subsequent shove. a laugh somewhere in his throat trickled out, dying quick as hydra closed in. with a lurch he was back on tripod legs again, this time turning so his raised leg was away from hydra — he had learned then, that it was better to keep the disadvantaged limb away from contact.

he swung his head gingerly, attempting not to topple himself again — his spine curved as he sought to check hydra in the shoulder with his hips.