The sound of dripping blood, and the cry of a pained Mogel brought Storm back down to earth. It was rather rare for him to go off on such a tangent. I can't believe I just missed that! From the look on that squirrel's face, I'd say it was a pretty spectacular exchange. Dashie appears to be just now reaching 50% of his health. God, I still can't believe I missed that! And what was with that train of thought? I don't think about things for more than a minute! Stupid system screwing with my brain....

Mentally berating himself for doing that, then verbally doing so to Dashie for once again leaving him obsolete, Storm raced back over to where the battle was finally settling itself down to. The snarky look on Dashie's face told Storm all he needed to know about what just happened. "Alright Dashie, enough with the theatrics, let's finish this before more of them show up." He called, motioning the cub to his side of the field, facing the Mogel. Dashie nodded, and returned to using all four limbs to run. "All right, all right, settle down some. Sheesh you have a lot of energy today. Anyway, you know what to do, claw that thing's eye's out." he finished, pointing directly at the creature.

Resilient to the end, the Mogel stood back up, licked its many wounds, and prepared for one last stand. Dashie looked over lazily at it, but the glare in his eyes froze the foe solid. Shaking himself off, yet never losing eye contact, Dashie set up his attack stance. Mogel stood there, waiting, fear brimming just underneath its calm surface. It blinked. Something was wrong. Dashie was nowhere to be found. It looked around the battlefield, fear blatantly showing now. The warmth at its back soothed it some, until it realized that warmth was beginning to burn. Before it could even attempt to react, Dashie struck down the tired creature, finally placing it out of it's misery.