FOX
"Allogator," Fox calls by way of an explanation, though he hasn't ever seen the strange reptiles in the Oasis before. That being said, he's never seen so many Echo Sharks here either, so perhaps it's just a domino effect. He's halfway up the bank by the time Hawke's cry of pain pierces the air, the hunter whipping around to see her arm captured in the jaws of the creature. He doesn't swear (out loud) for which he should probably be grateful, lest he draw the allogator's attention himself, but he does skirt to the side of the bank.
"Try and get free," he shouts, but there's little time to waste on words before it undoubtedly tries to drag her into the water. Fox is already shifting, his body warping into something vaguely canid, heavy armour plating covering his flanks and shoulders, until there's a fyrhund standing where a man once was.
Snarling at the allogator, Fox lunges forward and attempts to clamp its jaws around the creature's head; he can't risk introducing fire into the mix just yet, not with Hawke so close to the action.
"Try and get free," he shouts, but there's little time to waste on words before it undoubtedly tries to drag her into the water. Fox is already shifting, his body warping into something vaguely canid, heavy armour plating covering his flanks and shoulders, until there's a fyrhund standing where a man once was.
Snarling at the allogator, Fox lunges forward and attempts to clamp its jaws around the creature's head; he can't risk introducing fire into the mix just yet, not with Hawke so close to the action.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
