[These things definitely have agility on their side. Thankfully, despite his size, Balthus is pretty quick on his own feet— forgoing any heavy armor or clunky weapons definitely helps with that, although Thoma makes an excellent point.]

Eh, I'll be fine, I've seen way worse than—

[He cuts himself off as the snoyote he's been tangling with takes another leap, fangs bared, and this time they do come dangerously close to nicking his arm.]

Shit! Close call!

[Man, if only he could grab a hold of this thing and tie its neck in a knot— but that's not entirely practical. This time, when it lunges, he's prepared, and he slams into its chest shoulder-first before slamming it towards the ground, falling to one knee so he can pin it by the neck.]

Do these things ever stop wiggling?! Be nice if it would stay still, these fangs are supposed to be worth a lot!