Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

Artok snapped and leaped. He grasped at the side and hung on in intervals to try and unbalance the creature. Sometimes it worked, but it always rallied. They needed more of something, but he wasn't entirely certain wait. They finally had gotten it away from the herd. Now it was just a matter of grasping and holding on, and someone going for for the killing bite.

Maiken snapped at a leg, while Arlette snarled, the beast turned and Artok leapt to grasp it by the fat on it's neck, trying to unbalance it. Tug it down.