Blackbeak Bluff Casser une Jambe

Rolling no modifiers.

Chaudry, the oaf, leapt out, immediately striking the larger male. Chesley rolled his eyes. They were here for the smaller one. Had he really already lost sight of the goal? 

With less pomp, Chesley dashed forward as well. His brother had at least distracted the big one, leaving the sickly skinny fellow alone. Ches' was no fighter, but this would be a joke. 

Just fur. They'd decided on that. So that's what he planned on retrieving. He'd do what needed doing, then leave. 

None of this needed to be done. But. Still. 

Eyes locked on, he leapt, teeth bared, aiming for the scrawny wolf's side.

Attack: 2 
Current wounds: none