Moonspear Arpeggio

In tandem, they worked. Njord was upon the beast with a precision to be envied. Argent took to the other side of their chosen, looking to overthrow the balking creature or a moment when a true injury could be given—every s often, his teeth grazing to inspire the beast to stumble.

Njord would lunge first—the sheep kicked back and Argent gave pause only a moment, eyes seeking his companion and ensuring he was fine. When the Gamma was back upon the sheep, Argent took advantage as well—the leg pull from his comrade served the perfect opening for the silver wolf to sweep forward, jaws agape. Horns only grazed his cheek in the beast’s final plea for life as it bucked back, though he remained undeterred as he took hold the delicate flesh of the sheep’s neck—delivering a crushing blow to end it’s suffering as quickly as he could.