Hunting the shadows (Solus and me)

[Will]

Ivan began to gag. Damned being! He tried to swipe with his legs, but to no avail. He had a better idea. He tucked his legs up to his body, and pushed up with both, attempting to throw the creature off. From there, he could get his pistol...

 

[Solus]

Klaar was suddenly thrown off of his quarry, though he had made sure his claws were extended to hopefully do some damage as his arms were yanked from the Selphi's neck. He wasn't thrown very far, so he immediately sprung once more for the humanoid, this time snapping at the creature's gun hand.

 

[Will]

Ivan felt the claws rake his neck. Too shallow to do real damage, but would leave some nice superficial scars. As the wolf snapped at Ivan's gun hand, with said item present, his other arm whipped up, the vibroknife held to the beast's neck. ''Very well done. But alas.'' He smiled, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

 

[Solus]

Klaar froze upon feeling the sharp cold steel pressed against his neck, his only movements being his heavy breathing. The Selphi must have had some good instincts, more than a normal humanoid, perhaps, to be able to figure out where the neck was on a creature that was pretty much invisible to their eyes. His level of respect went up a notch, but his pacifism most definitely did not. A low growl rumbled from deep in his throat as the wolfhind's mind raced as to how to get out of this situation.

 

[Will]

Ivan kept the blade there, and brought the pistol to its snout. ''I have the feeling you're sentient. I have a propesition for you. Care to listen?'' He hoped this damned thing spoke...

 

[Solus]

Klaar couldn't help but flinch upon feeling the cold metal touch his sensitive nose. At first, Klaar's only response was a low growl before quieting. Apparently the Selphi spoke Basic, nuts. He didn't know that language that well, he could understand it but speaking it was a nuisance. Made his throat hurt, and sometimes they didn't come out quite right. This in mind, he kept it brief, and growled in a low, menacing voice, "Don't have much choice."