Blacktail Deer Plateau What are you made of?

this'll be my KO, you can choose how he reacts to the shove

Well, I'll be damned, Shale thought as he was unceremoniously knocked onto the ground, Sunny having pulled him downward with his legs. The kid had some talent. With a small groan, he stood back up and began to circle the boy, contemplating his next move.

To go for the legs again was predictable, and yet, Shale was too small to try and bring Sunny down from above. There must be some way to distract him, to get him off-guard enough to knock him over. Perhaps. . .

The sleek gray male darted to and fro for a second, like a startled fish, then made a low rush at Sunny's legs once more, stopping just short of colliding with his back paws. Instead, he spun on his heel, raced around to his nephew's unguarded side, and, with all the strength he had to muster, launched himself forward, a silver blur shooting through the air and latching onto Sunny's back, bowling him over.

He hoped it was enough to take him down.