Rolled 1 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
>>6285854"How'd you like that you ugly pink....rodent?
>Still in midair, Brooks eyes widen as he looks down and notices the shadow beneath him growing larger"Did it jump off the freaking tree!??"
>His voice is both a mixture of shock and fear as he turns over to spy the weasel fast approaching it's leg pulled back no doubt in preparation to launch a vicious surprise counter attack!>At the last moment, the zorua swings his back legs out in a futile attempt to alter his trajectory before the inevitable..."AGHHHHH!"
>Spit goes flying while his vision becomes full of stars after the brutal kick sends him bouncing along the ground landing only a short distance away>HP: 6/23"Hah....hah.....hah...."
>he gasps, lying on the ground clutching his head...the moment replaying over and over in his mind, their leg moving so quickly it almost seemed like a blur before he was already getting knocked away....and to make things worse...."It wasn't even a direct...ugh....hit."
>Stumbling back to his feet, the dark fox slams his paws into the ground and shoots daggers at the purple mon, the memory of a swift loss at the hands of a different sudden violent assault replaying in his mind as the ringing in his ears slowly begins to diminish"It's not....gonna happen like that again!"
>he roars before staggering forward, his steps steadily increasing in speed, a calm current of wind picking up, while his glare never once breaks from the mon in front of him....waiting for it to do that again....making himself an easy target to bait it into trying that attack once more..."RAHHHH!!"
>The seconds his eyes catch any signs of movement, the calm wind following him turns into a roaring gale!>ZEPHYR STEP V3!!!!!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGjX2UwJiBY&list=RDHGjX2UwJiBY>With any luck the short lived but powerful burst of speed and the ease at which the wind carries him around any attempted retaliation will leave the warrior weasel stunned long enough for the rushing breeze to knock them right off their feet! 