Ravensblood Forest standing waves

defence 9, attack 9

The snarl brought forth a hearty snicker from the captain, spitting out a mouthful of the man's dark fur as he backpedalled, pleased in his endeavours. Though the attack had not meant to cause damage, it had certainly worked to up the ante of their spar. 

By the time the rogue's words split the air, Nox was ready and waiting for another barrage. Eyes followed every move, and when it became clear where the other aimed to target, he was ready to intercept. 

A moment too late as the man's teeth sunk painfully into his foreleg, causing him to stumble and keen dangerously to the side. Though, as he toppled like a felled mast, his teeth sought the tender flesh of the rogues ear now temptingly within his reach. If he could not win by force, he was sure to inflict maximum annoyance and intended foolheartedly to bring the outcast down with him.