King Elk Forest Iron Army

Kevalin's brute strength was truly just that... brite strength. It didn't really give him an advantage unless he used his head. He had to strike quickly, and preferably somewhere sensitive. He wondered if she'd truly just stand there, or if she'd recoil into him at the last second.

He darted towards her, with his powerful legs he kicked off and launched himself into the air with the intention of landing in a mock embrace, taking her to the ground with him. He was hoping the sheer force of the blow would be enough to unsteady her. With any luck she would lower her guard enough for him to gain a few quick strikes in the ensuing tumble