[h3][color=ff0000]Hobgoblin Ren[/color][/h3] [color=ff0000] Fighting the Alpha /// Late Mourning // Day 5[/color]
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Not only did the Alpha avoid Ren's traps, but his [b][Defensive Strike][/b] as well. The Hobgoblin smiled; this Wolf was an Alpha for a reason.

Stepping back, Ren felt his feet touch dry, flaky dirt. This was quite....... convenient. His hand shooting down, he swiftly flung a handful of the dry dirt into the wolf's eyes. Ten was going to end this here and now, this Wolf sure as hell wasn't going to get second chance.  With the wolf (hopefully) blinded, he lunged forward, taking a large horizontal swing at his quarry.