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if this man was looking for a fight, the nightwatch was uninterested. like in the forest, goal to hunt game during season-- some creatures just aren't worth the fight. )
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( once more, low blow targeting his stilts-- as he's gripped, shoved; throated grunt guttered from his throat as his back met the ground. behind his mask, expression twisted in discomfort as blue beams aimlessly stared
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he was suddenly pulled forward, tripped, and shoved to the ground.
His body ached, but in a good way!)
Interesting! What about this?
(With as much force as he could muster up, he tackled the other down to the ground by grabbing his stilts and legs.)
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upwards towards the sky --
now why is it everywhere he goes, there is always something, someone wanting to /fight/.
he's a hunter, damn good one at that, but alas, always a time and places to kill; prey upon. however,
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behind the others leg-- tipping their balance enough to shove the latter onto the floor. )
tch, predictable.
thou shouldn't pick fights as a flightless bird, as thou isn't afraid to bare fang .
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( course the inevitable-- targeting his stilts would cause the nightwatch to stumble ; however the grip to their closed fist tightens-- harsh yank towards his chest, pushing cuckoo forward.
stilted leg tucks and hooks
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(Snnnnrk.
Grinning wide, Cuckoo felt as his hand was stopped. It hit hard against Night Watch’s palm— A loud “smack” resonated off it.)
Quick reflexes. Nice… Nice…
(As quick as a whip, he kicked his stilts.)
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( balled fist becomes gripped within leather palm , stopping force of impact almost out of instinct, subtle tilt of his head , hoods ears flopping to the side -- how /odd/ )
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