[ Five watches from a distance, and sure enough, Moran runs from it. Jumps, rather. He notes where he lands, then gives consideration to the beast he avoided. Granted, he's forgotten what a lot animals looked like after spending decades in the apocalypse, but this one seems unique to where they are. All fangs and anger after being denied its prey.
A sharp blow with a rock to the base of its skull gets its attention when Five appears next to it, and despite being a third its size, he's able to get his wiry arms around its neck. It falls shortly after with a final snap, and Five huffs a breath and looks back to the trees.
He adjusts his shirt and keeps a sharp eye upwards, waiting for any sign movement. ]
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A sharp blow with a rock to the base of its skull gets its attention when Five appears next to it, and despite being a third its size, he's able to get his wiry arms around its neck. It falls shortly after with a final snap, and Five huffs a breath and looks back to the trees.
He adjusts his shirt and keeps a sharp eye upwards, waiting for any sign movement. ]