whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren was quick, yes. But not quick enough to avoid the swipe of Deimos' paw; it took the summoner in the side. While the thick fur and layer of fat on the honey badger protected him from serious damage, it did open three long gashes on his side.Worst, the sheer force of it sent him bowling across the ground. Eventually, he rolled to a stop, some distance away. Springing up with a snarl, he sprinted back towards the General.
Leaping into the air, he shifted into a goose mid-leap, wings pumping rapidly. His target was the other man's face. He was aiming to peck around the eyes, batter them with his wings if he had to, basically anything he could manage to damage or irritate.
what goes, let go
LOREN
