[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] Tower
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Hooded Figure[/center][/b]
See, this was exactly the kind of shit that Nor had been trying to prevent by striking first, but the fact that the mage had gotten the chance to do anything at all changed the whole situation. Immediately going in for the kill might stop him from doing any more trickery, but that was no guarantee that anything he'd done while still drawing breath would be undone. All the undead that he'd created, whatever he did to the furball to get its balls in a twist, and anything else could still act as they had. 

So his aim changed from outright elimination to the more risky, but more socially accepted non-lethal submission. Still running full-speed, the dwarf entered the range where he did best: close quarters. As he closed in on the man Nor dropped his already low center of gravity, resembling a bullet train (had those things existed) more than a dwarf and barreled into the caster with his entire weight behind him. His arms hooked back behind the taller mans and down they both went. Once on the ground, it was child's play to pin the hooded figure down and introduce his neck to the business end of his knife.

[color=746f6f]"Might want tae call off the wolfie and the corpses if'n ye know what's good for ye."[/color]
[hr][hr][b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Tower
[color=17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Undead[/center][/b]
It would take more than a simple shove to sate the fury that had awoken in Cyne's breast. That was merely how she'd reacted to save her windpipe from being crushed. No, there was still far more to do to the reanimated body laying in the bed. The bear raised its paw overhead like a fist and brought it down with the might of Mother Nature behind it. 

When one strikes through any kind of material, they don't actually feel what they're striking as they do it. The motion is too quick and the sense of touch is not fast enough to instantaneously register sensations. The only indication of Cyne's successful attack that could be registered as soon as it had occurred was a soft crunching noise deadened only further by the soft bed underneath. It was not until after the strike had rung true that she could feel the cool, wet innards twisted and broken around her paw or see that her attack had blown right through the corpse's chest. And yet it still showed signs of unlife. The bear growled in frustration at the wretched thing. If that wasn't enough, maybe she'd just have to maul the accursed thing until it ceased to resemble a human.