Somehow this world seemed to have different forms of gravity than his old had for strangely enough he was a hundred times clutzier. Before he had been almost expert at wielding his knife and his blades but here? Hell he seemed more like some amatuer barely scraping by what in the hell had changed? Watching his knife go sailing by its intended target the next thing he knew was that his cheek and neck were on fire, literally! Recoiling from the pain and flames the stallion tries to bat away the flame with his feet before resorting to shaking his head wildly when it didn't work as well as he had hoped. A angered squeal rips from his throat as his ears pin flush with his skull. Finally the flaming tar seems to resent and gives in to letting go of the flame which had only seemed to superheat it filleting his tender skin along his cheek and neck. Damn fucking tiger! The rest of the string was less than intelligible and consisted more of sounds and mumblings. Why was it that every single battle so far he wound up getting burned? Not scratched, clawed or cut open but stupid burns!

From where he had ended up off to the side of the still raging battle he couldn't believe that there was so much tar! Everywhere he looked the same black crap seemed to stick to anything as if it was a disease. He really hated to think who would be in charge of cleaning all this crud up after all was said and done, definitely not him though! With everyone seeming to shoot flames at the tiger there was little to no hope of getting close to its body without some sort of magic, which he was sorely lacking. If he couldn't get in close what would be the next best thing? Thinking as quickly as he could he set forth slowly picking his way through the tar before coming up with a plan. Retrieving his knife from where it had landed he tucked it away into its holster for the time being before setting his sights on the trees around him. The god had the benefit of the vines and trees listening to him where as he would have to make things work for him if he was going to be successful. Rearing up he managed to grab a hold of a rather thick vine hanging between the trees and cut it loose gathering it up as quickly as he could. Throwing it around his neck he raced off along the side trying to get ahead of the feline and its pursuers, if this was to work he would need to be fast.

Looking back to his handiwork with a smirk he pulled himself in behind a couple trees to conceal himself grasping the one end of the vines between his teeth.The end he held had been roughly fashioned to create a slip knot while the opposite end was tied to a large tree trunk that would hopefully support the cat's thrashing. Darting forward at the tiger neared the warrior ducked beneath the cat's swiping paws before throwing the makeshift lasso up around the tiger's neck, or what he hoped was its neck. While in this close he couldn't help but thrust his horns upwards aiming to bury his double swords up to their hilt into the tigress's neck. Hopefully something would succeed this time so that he didn't wind up looking like an idiot yet again.

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SUMMARY:
Kalona suffers 2nd degree burns to cheek and neck. Second attempt at an attack manages to fashion some vines into a makeshift lasso and ties one end to the largest tree he could find. Charges forward to throw slipknot around Tiger's neck (attempt to) then tries to ram his horns up into the tiger's neck to sever something.

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