Moonspear and if i don't answer, i'd hang around

a jousting growl parted from arcturus' lips as they parried, his maneuvers buffeting osiris to the ground. for a split second the beta lorded over his newest conquest, a grin slung widely across his features -- up until osiris aimed nimble hind feet at his exposed stomach.

the beta grunted, a whoosh of air escaping him as his tender belly was assailed. he leapt backwards like a cat startled, landing several feet away with his body hunched, preparing to pounce once more. it was then he noticed the stick -- his gaze slid to osiris, back to the stick, back to osiris again...

and then he lunged, jaws aiming for the end of the staff.