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Wolf had freed his hand but he took that first elbow to the face, bruising the space between his eyes. He then used his free arm to block the next hit and then dug his thumb into Pickle's neck, attempting to puncture it with the thick nail.
His arms were pinned down, making it near impossible to push pickle off using brute strength alone. That gave the caveman the opportunity to bite into Wolf's shoulder and tear away at his muscles.
Wolf roared in pain as the neon blood spewed out onto the ground. The only +
way out of this was to take a page out of the feral man's playbook. Wolf leaned his head towards the hands pinning him down and used his jaw and mandibles to chew through the muscle tendons in Pickle's wrist to weaken his grip. He then slammed his head into Pickle's head to +
That tackle sent him into the boulder with bo place to escape to. He was unable to move from those stomps that came down, slamming him into the ground.
Eventually, he caught onto Pickle's ankle with his hand and shoved him back. Wolf stood back up, still holding onto that +
He knew from those hits to the ribs that he needed to back off, but before he could, he got caught by the uppercut. He was momentarily dazed.
That gave Pickle the chance to grab onto his mandible, but rather than allow it to be ripped away, Wolf leaned towards his hand and +
Composure, reason and civility lost during the adrenaline overflow. He must drag you down to his level of primal thrill. Share in the excitement. Enjoy fighting him as he enjoys fighting you.
Wolf tried to lean back in time to avoid the slash. He was only able to move just enough to avoid having his eye cut, but still got a few gashes across the face, one clean across the brow and another below the eye.
After fully recoiling back, he came back in with and over +
He felt the beast's teeth sing into his arm, causing him to let out a pained howl. The flesh was tearing, glowing neon blood spilling.
Grabbing onto Pickle's hair, he slammed his head into one of the neighboring trees. His best bet was to used the environment to his +