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Another future post to get a feel for him. Airgid Gleann, for Alaine if she has time to reply. <3 Friggin' suck at writing fight anything, but I figure Máedóc is substantially smaller than Cernunnos.
 

Máedóc's fist connected with the wolfdog's cheek faster than Cernunnos could see — blue eyes had focused on the black pelt of the Dubhthaigh and saw nothing until the firey pain erupted along the side of his face, eliciting an outraged snarl from the Winters man. "Abair arís é, fear fianna." Was it supposed to be an insult, calling him out for what he was? He snorted, wiping the blood from his jaws with the back of his hand. "Tá do dheirfiúr fraochÚn, Máedóc." Fact as he saw it, having caught Sláine in the arms of more men than he could remember the faces to, none ever the same — it was a better insult than deer man, to take a shot at a sister. Alaine had raised him better than that, he was sure, but all sense of decorum disappeared when faced with mockery of his family.

The words fueled the Badb tribesman's flames and his weight was thrown at what was perceived to be an enemy. War wasn't a set of skills Cernunnos had cultivated. Instincts were fueled by generations of what his species did, and that was all he was capable of using in the moment Máedóc attacked for the honor of Sláine. Merle wolfdog bulk was thrust backwards, sliding across the ground until he gained purchase and was able to utilize his greater mass, a gift from the father he would never know. Máedóc's face mirrored his surprise that the usually peaceful Winters giant changed so suddenly — the distraction was enough to give Cernunnos a clear shot to the stomach, sending the hybrid reeling.

He loomed over the smaller man, dreamer's eyes alight with fury as he tried to put the vile insults to his favored cousin-sibling behind him. "Taispeáin roinnt meas, beanna." Blood was spit onto the ground beside the Badb man and his wounded pride, wiped away by the back of one hand while he turned his back on his foe. Máedóc scowled and ugly scowl at his back. "Éist le do chuid focal féin. Má tá tú ag éisteacht liom labhairt faoi mo dheirfiúr arís, beidh mé tú a mharú." The threat was met with rolling eyes and apathy as he found his path back toward his home, preparing for a story to tell his mother when he asked her to look at his wounded face.

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