Stone Circle hold your devil by his spoke and spin hi(m) to the ground

would have been a bad deal if the buck only decided to trample the pregnant woman. as it were, the beast lolloped his way, stumbling on the incline and unable to catch itself on the opposite rise.
the buck slammed to his knees upon the earth, a futile bray sounding into the air.
colt was wrapped around its throat in a second, body dodging to and fro as the sharp hooves flailed. blood splurted between his teeth; he tore his head back and forth, sawing his fangs deeper and deeper until there was no movement.
colt backed off, panting. he tore the nearest haunch, ripping until the joint gave a dull crack.
"rest is yers. thanks fer yer entertainment," colt chuckled before he picked up his share and headed off into the open world.