The Heartwood oh, death

sorry for the wait, love!

The large behemoth moved to crash into him, wrestling him to the ground and in a swift moment, Akavir did go down, his side and spine cracking into the earth with a force that could have knocked the wind from him if he hadn't used the speed of the fall to propel himself away from seeking jaws.

The black shadowrunner would roll, finding his paws, pushing himself up but not without a bruising pain releasing from his ribs. The other would not stop, and Akavir would need to determine what was worth the battle--his life or his pride. His own jaws made to seek the others sensitive face, looking to swiftly shift his paws closer to a route that could mean his own escape if he could distract the other enough.