It happened all in the blink of an eye, before the hybrid could conjure a reaction. This sickening heir of pure terror lurking just behind him. In a rare feat, Tharr defied his inherent warrior disposition of facing the threat head on. Instead, he retained his usual tranquility, only twisting his minor portion so the monster would fall under peripheral vision. The round, black pupils would not peer directly at the Magna Pater, but dangerously close nevertheless.

"What pits of Hell did you emerge from?" The avian feline addressed nonchalantly, feeling his usual diplomacy would fall on deaf ears. His body was still like a statue, all focus pinpointed on his foe. Though his words weren't ridden with fear, another sensation seldom experienced so quickly took place. Tharr's strength rivaled his hubris at times, though he was well aware when not to let such lead to his demise. This was different. His duo of hearts within their respective torsos were pounding from adrenaline at the thought of combating such ferocity. The thrill of combat flooding through him awarded a small stockpile of hidden energy for further use.

[Combat Reserve +4]

As his heart rate returned to normal, a light snort escaped the nares of his bill, feline tail swaying laterally as if ready to strike. With his back against his foe, the tools of Tharraleos remain aplenty. Not only was the extensive, steel-tipped club he was swinging about now, but above it was a fan of razor edged tail feathers ready to flare out into a semicircle. The wings acting as his minor upper arms could assist, as well as deadly bucking kicks with the use of his formidable talons. It seems defense was his first priority, and test the abilities of creature thing while doing so in this fight of life or death.


[hider=Reserves]
Combat Reserve = 4
Pride Reserve = 0
Turns to decrease - 3
[/hider]


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