FOX
Fox doesn't mind - he's kind of used to pissing things off, in all honesty. So as the allogator thrashes forward, burned by dragon-and-fyrhund-fire and with a neat puncture in its shoulder (impressive, he'll ask about that later), the Ancient figures that it's par for the course at this point.
What he doesn't figure is that the allogator's hide is about as tough as his own, and though he springs forward with a snarl and a lot of teeth as well, trying to get a grip on the reptile is like... like... well, it's like trying to bite a fucking log, okay? And thus we enter round two of Fox's Excellent Hunting Plan: allogator wrestling.
Shifting back and finding himself basically astride the angry scaly bitey thing, it's less yeehaw and more wow why. Doesn't stop him trying to grapple it though. "Stab it again!" he calls out.
What he doesn't figure is that the allogator's hide is about as tough as his own, and though he springs forward with a snarl and a lot of teeth as well, trying to get a grip on the reptile is like... like... well, it's like trying to bite a fucking log, okay? And thus we enter round two of Fox's Excellent Hunting Plan: allogator wrestling.
Shifting back and finding himself basically astride the angry scaly bitey thing, it's less yeehaw and more wow why. Doesn't stop him trying to grapple it though. "Stab it again!" he calls out.
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