Neverwinter Forest wash me clean off the land

6! Phew! (miss); Attack: 10

They landed with a thud! that rattled them both and grappled for a moment on the ground. With all his senses heightened and tension running high, he found his next breath escaping in a breathless laugh. Not that he found anything funny, exactly, but the thrill of danger that rushed through him needed some kind of outlet.

The hárkonungr was quick on the uptake — there was no denying that.

His forepaws stretched out, bent at the elbow to brace for impact. When Solharr's weight landed on him, he gave a mighty shove. The force of it still pushed him back in the dirt, grinding dust and leaf litter into his pelt — but at least he wasn't pinned. Grizzling loudly, he made another grab for the hárkonungr 's leg while rabbit-kicking from the ground with his own. It would leave shallow scrapes and uncomfortable bruises if he caught the other man with the attack, but Catamaran assumed this was an acceptable level of damage for such a game.