02-03-2023, 02:01 AM
He didn't get much of a bite in at all, with the jostling of the elk, and while Eoduin wasn't mad at him, Sfikas was mad at himself.
He lunged again, this time for a much riskier spot. He wasn't a Noir for nothing; he squeezed his eyes shut, tucked his chin to protect his neck, and tried to grab its right foreleg.
That would certainly hinder it.
He lunged again, this time for a much riskier spot. He wasn't a Noir for nothing; he squeezed his eyes shut, tucked his chin to protect his neck, and tried to grab its right foreleg.
That would certainly hinder it.
Strength roll[roll=1d20+2]