Deepwood Weald Boss Monsters

With no sturdy ground to grab hold of in order to correct his grasp on the beast's nape, he fought against the sliding and the bucking of the animals to throw him off and hoped he was a good enough distraction to give Collision time and the opening for the finishing blow. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Eventually, his own loose hold slipped and he found himself being tossed off a final kick from the beast. Awkwardly the man landed, scrambling to find his footing soon before the beast could get the bright idea in trampling the paladin beneath its girth. 

The buck was clearly well equipped to deal with two simple wolves, and now that their cover was blown, their chances of a successful hunt went from small, to nonexistent. The beast swung its massive head around, using its antlers to its best utilization. With its back against the river, it made sure it would not be flanked again, not without its antlers a threat to impale one of its hunters. It's not worth it. He growled, frustrated by the situation but unless one of them wanted to make the noble sacrifice for the good of the hunt - this hunt was over.

The pale man backed away from the buck, away from the armed swinging head to give it a path to escape without trampling the two men. It was better to live to hunt another day.