Blacktail Deer Plateau What are you made of?

as expected, leaving his body open to attack did leave him vulnerable, and engel's lithe form bowled him over, knocking him to the ground. he gasped, half-laughing, and lurched into a crouch, keeping low and steady.

his gold hawk's eyes, razor sharp, took in engel--where he was, how he was faring--for just an instant. then, creeping with quick, light steps, he thrust his burly head and shoulders under the man's belly and flipped him up and over, engel's body sailing for a brief instant before coming down to the ground again.

chuckling to himself, adi, who thought engel at least winded, if not completely knackered by now, turned and slowly, grandiosely, padded over to where his opponent lay, intending to give him a final pin to the ground with the utmost ceremony.

his playful pride would be his downfall, here.