Ankyra Sound While you're feelin' proud, why don't you help me?

Rolled: 5 — Hits: 1/5

Anyone of sound mind would, obviously, expect a counterattack.

Had Aningan? Nah.

Surprised by the sudden pressure against his ribs, he let out a sharp yipe—which died out soon after, his voice flying south as he struggled to catch his breath; though he was not quite rendered unbalanced, he was considerably distracted. An aching sensation began to spread along the point of impact but, for now, he could not concern himself with that. Not wanting to waste any more time than what was necessary, he once again lunged for the other male—but he’d not even taken the necessary time to recover and catch his breath, leaving him without the ability to inhale properly. As a result, his lunge soon fizzled out into nothing, lacking the support of his own body, which was far too preoccupied with relearning to breathe.