[Ripping his sword from the bear's flesh rends muscle and fur, some amalgamation of the two slapping to the floor. Takasugi is aware of Vane's movements, each acute shift in posture influencing his own orientation. He isn't poised to protect his partner's back, but to seize the first opening.
He doesn't need a (grating nickname) call out to recognize the opportunity for attack. Takasugi rushes forward, using Vane's spear to jump to the bear's back and force the man from his mount.
Their mark snarls, almost as fearsome as the creature he rides, aiming crossbow for a point blank shot to Takasugi's chest. It never fires; Takasugi shoves the man back into the harsh cave wall, sword to his gut. The man heaves, his breath knocked from him.
Pawing at its face, the bear remains distracted. It's bodily between Vane and Takasugi, but there's no blocking the intent of the blade poised to skewer the man.]
TIME TO STOP A MURDER, VANE
He doesn't need a (grating nickname) call out to recognize the opportunity for attack. Takasugi rushes forward, using Vane's spear to jump to the bear's back and force the man from his mount.
Their mark snarls, almost as fearsome as the creature he rides, aiming crossbow for a point blank shot to Takasugi's chest. It never fires; Takasugi shoves the man back into the harsh cave wall, sword to his gut. The man heaves, his breath knocked from him.
Pawing at its face, the bear remains distracted. It's bodily between Vane and Takasugi, but there's no blocking the intent of the blade poised to skewer the man.]