Angel saw her movements, her readiness to turn and snap at his flank he a tried to attack her again. But instead of waiting for her to meet him, her forced his mass into a run, his thick snout down and his forehead braced for the impact. He aimed for her shoulder, aiming to knock the leg from under her and send her collapsing downward. Of course, whether it would work was a chance he'd have to take. But with his energy sapping he was ready to call it a draw if needed. Which he assumed it would be because while both had different skills, when put against each other they created a rather exciting, but energy sapping, stalemate.
Of course, he may have fought better with weapons. But either way, he had been a mercenary who would of and had killed from an advantage. Other may have called it cowardliness and lazy, but Angel always titled it as efficiency and cunning. He wouldn't waste energy where it was not needed after all. The Catalan had batter things to do with his time.
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