Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

I rolled for Kigi's hit here!

A knife could have cut through the tension between the men. Kigipigak rebuffed Valmúa‘s correction and squared up, bristling with a ferocious grimace. Njord could have swore he saw electricity crackle from the Northerner’s dangerous stare. It intimidated, but did not deter, the firebranded buccaneer.

No sooner did his pads touch the ground did the challenger lunge, lower than expected. Njord attempted to evade Kigipigak’s quick fangs, but be was not agile enough. His pastern became ensnared, as if in a beartrap, and a searing pain shot up his leg. Njord cried out (something like a shriek mixed with a howl) as he bled onto the Watch wolf’s palette. Suddenly a rush of adrenaline pumped through his body – a ringing in his ears.

Fight or Flight, his instincts sang with the elegance of a church choir.

The scent of blood mixed with the perfume of man and woman.

Fight.

Njord could almost feel his pupils dilate into pinpricks as his lips furled, jaws agape like the wide mouth of a shark. Down he went onto Kigipigak, wanting to cinch ear, cheek, or maw in his hungry bite. So focused, was he, that Valmúa‘s pounce was almost lost on him. Hopefully, her assault would be enough to release Kigipigak’s grip from his foot.