ISAR
Arm yourself
The cane hit its intended target and sent the fyrhund sprawling for a second time. There was a resounding crack of splintering bone, and for a second it looked like Isar wouldn't be rising again. Pain flared through his right foreleg and in the ribs that had been tasting the cane, but while ribs were flexible enough to take a good whooping, his leg was definitely broken.
With a groan the hound shimmered and returned to the shape of a scrawny man. His arm hung limp and useless by his side as he staggered up on his feet; reaching into his jacket, he unsheathed the dagger hidden there and crouched low as he assessed the taller man all over again.
"Seem's you're not just big," he conceded, voice a low, strained rumble - then lunged fast as a rattlesnake, meaning to cut the hand that held the cane so that he'd have no choice but to drop it.
With a groan the hound shimmered and returned to the shape of a scrawny man. His arm hung limp and useless by his side as he staggered up on his feet; reaching into his jacket, he unsheathed the dagger hidden there and crouched low as he assessed the taller man all over again.
"Seem's you're not just big," he conceded, voice a low, strained rumble - then lunged fast as a rattlesnake, meaning to cut the hand that held the cane so that he'd have no choice but to drop it.
Because no one else here will save you
