Kintla Flatlands Taking a Break

Again, the buck made the mistake of focusing its attention on the wrong wolf. Just as the man turned to attempt pathetic intimidation on Vector, the silver flare made a swift and menacingly deep shred into the massive shoulder of the beast.
Very much so impressed at the speed of his company, the Russian shot him a quick smile, while keeping his emerald irises trained on the weakening animal.

Vector wondered why the brawn still fought, knowing its death was inescapable.

At the motion of the dark brown mass trying to reestablish itself against the brutal slash, the autumn pelted wolf decided to do something that required a massive and pristine amount of accuracy.
He dove.
With his aim, he slid underneath the massive tonned buck, and grabbed a hold of its front left ankle. Swiftly using his gained momentum, he stood, and thrust his body hard onto the deers right side, causing it to be not only stunned, but unbalanced, and falling.
Vector leapt back, grinning triumphantly as the flailing mass got his crown of deadly horns stuck beneath the knarled roots of an old Oak, and soon, the great beast stopped struggling, his heavy breathing continuing, watching the two lupines, as if he knew what was going to happen.

The recon looked at his fellow hunter, and grinned a bit, the effect of the win putting him in a good mood.
"You may do the honors, Koda. "
He nodded his fire naped snout in the direction of the trapped brute, and took a step back.