04-22-2009, 02:38 PM
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Vuk knew enough not to react to the kid's escape. To do so would have been a death wish, for it was common sense that it would be the best time to attack, so, he reacted quickly to the furious brute's lunge. His hands flashed to his hips as he dropped into a crouch and rolled away form the brute, in the direction the kid had taken. Unfortunately, the hall way was rather cramped, so he stayed light on his feet, practically dancing, as he descended the stairs, following Conor's scent to the mopre open living room, where he'd have room to maneuverm even as he noted the scent of blood already in the air. The kid's dad was sick.
As he made it to the bottom of the stairs, he checked himself, and discovered several shallow furrows in his right hip, where the beast had almost managed to get a grip on him. The sight of his own blood made him even more angry, and, knives held crossed in front of him, he let out one harsh laugh. "Okay, then. Bring it, ya no-good bastard!" he taunted, makign sure that the kid was no where in sight as he readied himself for a confrontation.
Vuk knew enough not to react to the kid's escape. To do so would have been a death wish, for it was common sense that it would be the best time to attack, so, he reacted quickly to the furious brute's lunge. His hands flashed to his hips as he dropped into a crouch and rolled away form the brute, in the direction the kid had taken. Unfortunately, the hall way was rather cramped, so he stayed light on his feet, practically dancing, as he descended the stairs, following Conor's scent to the mopre open living room, where he'd have room to maneuverm even as he noted the scent of blood already in the air. The kid's dad was sick.
As he made it to the bottom of the stairs, he checked himself, and discovered several shallow furrows in his right hip, where the beast had almost managed to get a grip on him. The sight of his own blood made him even more angry, and, knives held crossed in front of him, he let out one harsh laugh. "Okay, then. Bring it, ya no-good bastard!" he taunted, makign sure that the kid was no where in sight as he readied himself for a confrontation.