Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,
He didn't have a moment of rest. The moment Zavien was turning, planting his feet in the dirt, the mass of fur and muscle was lunging for him again. It was a ramming of a shoulder that made contact with his abdomen, a soft grunt escaping at the impact. His arms worked down, clasping against the lynx to brace himself as his balance started to give.
Stepping back, he gave a half-roll, half-fall onto the ground. If distance wasn't working, he'd have to try pulling Noah with him. The staff fell from his hands when he tried to grasp for the large cat, knowing he didn't stand much of a chance in a wrestling match, but hoping that having two hands might at least keep him from failing too bad. Zavien shoved and pulled where he could without ripping hair, trying to wrangle Noah into a pin or enough of a submission to escape.
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Stepping back, he gave a half-roll, half-fall onto the ground. If distance wasn't working, he'd have to try pulling Noah with him. The staff fell from his hands when he tried to grasp for the large cat, knowing he didn't stand much of a chance in a wrestling match, but hoping that having two hands might at least keep him from failing too bad. Zavien shoved and pulled where he could without ripping hair, trying to wrangle Noah into a pin or enough of a submission to escape.
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this is your savior speaking.
Zavien
