ISAR
Arm yourself
He didn't quite make it to the leftovers before the cane cracked into his ribs. With a pained yelp the fyrhund tumbled to the floor, but scrabbled up on his feet a moment later.
There was no real tactic behind what he was doing, no strategy or aim beyond filling his belly. And seeing as there was someone between him and it, well... It meant that Isar lunged for Astaroth next, with searing hot jaws aiming for a throat that was just a little too high up to be entirely reachable. There was a saying about that, something something reach for whatever... he'd think about it later over the meal.
There was no real tactic behind what he was doing, no strategy or aim beyond filling his belly. And seeing as there was someone between him and it, well... It meant that Isar lunged for Astaroth next, with searing hot jaws aiming for a throat that was just a little too high up to be entirely reachable. There was a saying about that, something something reach for whatever... he'd think about it later over the meal.
Because no one else here will save you
