Dawnlark Plains this isn't like swimming after you eat.

Arnold from Magic Schoolbus' voice; I knew I should have stayed home today.

The stick-legged creature ducked down into the grasses as the buck charged, visibly wincing when the sound of a sharp strike followed by a pitched yelp reached his ears. Well, that went about as well as he thought it would, funnily enough. Well actually it wasn't funny at all, but he did laugh out of nervousness as he stuck his head back up to see if the wolf was indeed hanging from the stag's ivories like he originally had thought he'd be. Nope! But he was definitely in some deep shit now.

Grendel thought for a moment and only a moment as was usually the case. He wasn't stupid, but he also wasn't a coward, and saw a fantastic opportunity for a grandiose story to tell someone else later. Yes yes yes!

He shot from the grasses like a bolt of lightning, eyes keen as he surged forward. The little devil aimed right for the buck's back legs, looking to brush against them. Enough to give it pause? Hopefully, but maybe not. Let's add a little nip of the ankles for good measure.