08-31-2011, 05:14 AM
Shawchert wheezed for a second catching his breath before he would be pummeld, but it didn't come. Why hadn't the man come at him? Looking at the man, Shaw panted mostly from the pain in his stomach... was he for real, asking his name and then introducing himself as if they were friends? Baring his teeth he charged again, his teeth aiming for the midsection. He was not about to tell him his name, not when the adrenaline was running low and the pain was starting to come through, and the man was still in his pack lands. Shawchert hoped he surprised the man enough to do some kind of damage; what kind of protector would he be if he could barely land a hit?