Snippet #1520624

Karl was lifted off his feet, and drastically flung around like a doll. The statue was finally tossed across the arena, sailing into the wall - with a rather loud crack. Karl slid down the wall, before pushing himself off the ground, brushing his jacket off, with a rather disgruntled look on his face, but his grin gave it away. "I'm in SO much pain, Songbird! You might should go easy on me!" He said with a rather hefty laugh. But the wolf was distracted from his fight.... Karl's number-one pet peeve. "Well, every puppy needs to be trained a little... I should..." The statue stoped, finally looking down at the arm the had been bitten. Not only was there color missing from the surface, but there were deep teeth marks dug into the resin flesh. "My bow arm...." He said, looking at the arm dully, and then turning his gaze back to the wolf. "Although... I suppose that I'll have to graft it later...." The statue said, his eyebrows slanting heavily. Arma, that had closely been following under him, one with his shadow untill now, crawled up his body, and traveled up his leg, flowing across his body like some sort of creature, up his body, and then down his arm, untill the ebony creature sat at his wrist, before it formed into a rather bold looking spike.... Like a harpoon, without the spearhead.

Karl made sure the polearm was firmly in his grip, before he dashed rabidly towards the werewolf, his prodding polearm in hand. But finally, the statue would almost leap upon Finch, and try to plunge the weapon through his lower leg, hopefully taking advantage of the distraction he was provided with. If the attack succeeded, it would hopefully pin the wolf to the ground, and at which, he was at Karl's mercy...