Tharr's stance held firm as stone as his mind was seemingly invaded by the all encompassing sounds of the monster. He winced noticeably, a bead of sweat trailing down his feathered face. This intensity was unreal and more vile than anything the likes of even the Sin embodied Malefor could generate. And why couldn't he look directly at this thing? It's appearance or presence alone wouldn't stir the amphibious hybrid one bit. But the ominous concept of dangerous consequences kept his gaze clear.

Even with his visible discomfort, his readiness for the faintest of movements held true. The instant its slimy claws made a move to close the gap, the nearly sentient appendage reacted accordingly. By the monster's second stride, the tufted end was sent to the ground in the blink of an eye. Tharr knew his reaction was to be swift for success and had focused a majority of his muscle strength to whip it downwards. Its density and naturally immense momentum caused the ground to trembled violently. While this would have a chance to cause unbalance to marginally slow the creature down, the real threat was the very precise tremor of splitting ground careening straight for the Magna Pater to cause added loss of footing.

Since Tharraleos was aware this would do little to impede the advance, the beast induced a short hop, flipping his entire body clockwise 180 degrees to face his foe at last, nictitating membrane sweeping horizontally across his eyes, their translucency hopefully sufficing on shielding his eyes. His right wing flared out in the midst of this leap in a backhanded strike aiming for the attacker itself as the distance was lessened. The force of this blow was augmented by the weight of his soon, giving enough extra force behind it to inflict some kind of hindrance if connected. Whatever tooth, horn or claw that needed to be used afterwards would be utilized to their fullest to rid Tharr of this pest.

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Combat Reserve = 4
Pride Reserve = 0
Turns to decrease - 2
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[@Doc Doctor]