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[i]No effect at all?[/i]

Something was off with the creature he rode as it thrashed with renewed fury. Most every being capable of sight felt pain and the eye was always one of the most hyper sensitive areas to inflict damage, but the stubborn wolf only growled louder as it doubled its fury. Thrashing through its surroundings with abandon, Mirt braced for the moment to strike again. 
It would try to crush him with its bulk but the Monk was ready. 

When the wolf pulverized its back against the heavy stone wall, Mirt disengaged with grace and swung himself to the opposite side of the collision with a push of his hand, his other arm still held the grisly trophy between his fingers as he avoided being smeared across the wall.
Not one to waste an opportunity, both fists struck out in heavy punches at the beasts legs, aiming every hit at the beasts back knee before gracefully touching down on the floor. It could turn quickly and snap, or attempt to reverse its momentum and crush him still against the floor.

Mirt was ready.