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The swiping paw is easily dodged. T'grrt lands on the ground with a grunt and spins back around, snarling menacingly. He avoids a lunging thrust from his opponent. He lets out a laugh that comes out more like a roar, but his humor is quickly cut short by a sharp pain in his side. The return slash doesn't cut deep, but it is enough to tear through his hide. The shock of the pain causes him to wince and he instinctively returns to his human form.
He breathes heavily as the blood drips from his side. His yellow eyes flash with rage as he stares down at his opponent, who is standing on guard. T'grrt's hands close around his claws and he begins to pace slowly in a circle around Aiden. His lips lift into a sneer as he attempts to intimidate his opponent. He feigns a charge, watching how Aiden reacts. His mind is calculating the risks of his next move, deciding which course of action is best.
His surroundings offer little assistance. With a river of blood on one side and a castle on the other, the terrain is tactically useless. He will have to rely on his natural strength and agility to best his opponent. He charges, throwing one metal claw up to intercept where he anticipates Aiden's defensive strike to be, bringing the other claw around in a sweeping arc that, if unguarded, will catch Aiden shallowly across his face.
Following the attack T'grrt will dodge back to a distance and crouch defensively, prepared for any attack.
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