[center][u][b][color=39b54a][h1]Tik[/h1][/color][/b][/u][/center]
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Tik was hurting, but grateful.  It was hard to breathe but he was still able to move.  So, he did.

The horned rabbit had knocked him to the ground and his 'weapon' was somewhere out of immediate sight.  However, the horned rabbit's tackle had left it practically next to him on the ground.  It wouldn't stay there long.  But, Tik needed to be in the safest place right now while he caught his breath.  The safest place...

He grabbed at the horned rabbit and tried to grapple with it.  Specifically, he tried to stay on its back with his arms around its neck, his teeth locked on its ear, and his legs wrapped around its body... and all of him out of the reach of that killer horn.  He couldn't really kill it from this position but it shouldn't be able to do too much to him either.  Of course, it could try to ram him into something... but his added weight would make that a difficult task.

Hopefully, his siblings would take the chance to gang up on it and kill it... before this plan gave him his first piercing, right in his immature green butt.

The challenge was that he had to maintain a death grip with limited strength and he couldn't let himself get shaken off or be made to flinch by pain.  So, he would focus.  He would focus on how the horned rabbit moved, every detail that he could feel and hear and smell. He  would study this creature's every move and trait like he was studying the maneuvers of a new border militia... whatever that is...

Of course, if this grappling plan failed... he would have no choice but to scramble for his thick pointed stick and try to keep from being gored while he got his breath back.