10-28-2018, 07:04 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]With a battle now underway, and a distraction proved to be mostly successful, the Heeler was left with a choice when blood rushed to his ears. A Pittian had broken off towards Arrow, and Morgan was being eyed up by what appeared to be their commander - why must he be victim to yet another dilemma today? Who was more important here? Why did you forsake me? he took a sharp breath, adrenaline kicking in. Me or them and you chose them! WHY WHY WHY?!. Vision momentarily going black, a roar seemed to bring all light back into his eyes, the spotted creature springing into action. "Arrow!" he called wildly, hoping to bring the shorthair's gaze over towards the main party so she could see the stranger lurking closer towards her. He could've been shouting to anyone, anything, his gaze didn't betray the location of the feline - he was glaring at [member=1738]Stryker[/member], instead.
His jaws were leaking like a bad engine, with the very distinct possibility of him choking on his saliva had it not been trickling to the ground. As the Pitt's leader launched, the Heeler hoped to slip under the lion with help from his noticeably shorter stature. Axle lifted his head, he aimed a swift bite or two to the other's belly before high-tailing it out the other side. With an angle too awkward and the other's momentum affecting his grip on the soft flesh if he succeeded, the canine had never been hoping for noticeable damages. Anything that could distract those deranged eyes from Morgan, at least for a second... it gave the samoyed a small advantage in an unfair fight.
His jaws were leaking like a bad engine, with the very distinct possibility of him choking on his saliva had it not been trickling to the ground. As the Pitt's leader launched, the Heeler hoped to slip under the lion with help from his noticeably shorter stature. Axle lifted his head, he aimed a swift bite or two to the other's belly before high-tailing it out the other side. With an angle too awkward and the other's momentum affecting his grip on the soft flesh if he succeeded, the canine had never been hoping for noticeable damages. Anything that could distract those deranged eyes from Morgan, at least for a second... it gave the samoyed a small advantage in an unfair fight.