Neverwinter Forest wash me clean off the land

d: 4, attack hits; a:19

sólhárr felt the collision hit its mark, catamaran’s weight barreling into him and knocking him off balance. his paws scrabbled briefly against the earth, a grunt escaping him as he managed to keep from completely toppling over. the bounty hunter's jaws grazed his foreleg, a move measured in restraint but still carrying intent.

quickly regaining his footing, sólhárr retaliated with a flicker of a grin—creative, unorthodox. he dropped his weight low to the ground, feigning submission for only a heartbeat before he twisted sharply, aiming to use his shoulder to hook against catamaran’s front legs and disrupt his stance.

at the same time, he reached with his muzzle, not to bite but to push against the side of the bounty hunter's neck, enough force to unsteady but not harm. it was a calculated move, blending power with a playful nod to their spar's purpose.