[align=center]action — "speech" — thoughts
[div style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #464C5A, #757f96, #464C5A); width: 500px; height: 2px;"]"Bold," he quipped, spitting wood chips onto the ground. Crow swiftly realized that with each passing second, the fox was growing more and more frustrated. If he played his cards right...
The mask had absorbed most of the force from where he connected skulls with Jervis, but a dull throb inched across his cranium from the impact site, and man, it hurt like a bitch. A few seconds passed in what felt like infinity to the feline as he backed away in a stumble to regain his bearings, but like a lightning strike the ginger furred man was back on the assault. The feline grunted as claws met his flank, tearing flesh. Crow sidestepped and stuck his hind leg out to trip the fox, drawing moisture from the bracers around his forearms and the surrounding air which he would propel forward in the form of minuscule, needle-like shards of ice towards Jervis's face as a last ditch effort to slow his attacks.
He was angry now.
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