Neverwinter Forest wash me clean off the land

d: 8 hit ; a:5

sólhárr felt the shift in weight and the clever pull of catamaran’s move. the bounty hunter’s bear-hug was effective, and the hárkonungr grunted as his balance faltered, his frame tipping toward the forest floor. they tumbled together in a flurry of fur and earth, the force of the spar landing them in a heap of tangled limbs.

the brief sting of the fall was nothing compared to the flare of determination in his chest. with a sharp inhale, sólhárr steadied himself, his muscles coiling with precision as he sought an opening. catamaran's grip was strong, but it was not unbreakable. twisting slightly beneath him, sólhárr used the leverage of his hind legs to push upward, creating just enough space to angle his shoulder forward.

without hesitation, he lunged for catamaran’s exposed side, aiming to pin the other male with a calculated thrust. his jaws sought purchase—not to harm, but to assert dominance in this friendly challenge. whether or not the move would land, sólhárr could feel the pulse of camaraderie in the spar, a test of skill rather than one of malice. his amber eyes gleamed with quiet amusement as he pushed himself to match the bounty hunter's prowess.