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Wags honestly did not want to do things this way. But the raptor was never going to shut up unless he did. Which is why he was walking into the Sensoriums in full-blown Crinos mode, bat in one hand, resting on his shoulder, and gym bag slung over the other.

"Deinonychus, come out to play-ee-ay!"

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Red Snout was all too eager to accommodate the werewolf. He's already in the sensorium, pacing back and forth in the disturbingly real recreation of his home. The tall grass felt and smelt and looked real. The breeze felt real. It all felt real, but it wasn't. Something that bothered the raptor.

But there were more important things to deal with. He trots lazily towards the werewolf, hunched slightly, heart beginning to beat more quickly in anticipation of battle.

"I am here, Wags-Tail-Too-Much."

"Really, all I see is a giant chicken at the moment."

The raptor tilts his head first to one side, then the other. He doesn't really know what a chicken is, so the insult has probably gone over his head.

"Are you here to talk or fight? Let us begin." He begins slowly circling the werewolf, tall grass rustling quietly as he passes by.

Wags? Doesn't move. The only dndication that he's not some sort of statue is his ears flicking and his nose twitching as he waits for the raptor to make it's move.

The rustling suddenly stops as Red Snout moves behind, fading back into the grass silently, moving only when the artificial wind does in order to hide his movement. It was like stalking prey. Dangerous prey, but prey. He shifted quietly closer, hoping to close the distance and leap. Then the fight would be over before it began.

When the rustling stops. Wags moves, his own experience in hunting recognizing the tactic, and he disappears into the grass in much the same way.

Ah ha! It will be a challenge then. Good. Red Snout loves a challenge. He moves silently through the grass, stopping every few steps to listen and try to pick up his opponents scent.

Fun fact. In good weather conditions, a wolf can track its prey from up to 1.75 miles away.

Which is why Wags has just leaped at Snout from behind, swinging his bat at the raptor.

Luckily for Red Snout he is an experienced hunter and the faint out of place rustle from the grass behind him is enough to alert him. Unluckily, the bat catches him right on nose as he turns to face the threat; he jumps back, hissing in surprise and pain. And then he leaps at Wags, powerful legs propelling him straight towards and slightly to one side, raking out with his claws. He's not aiming to kill the werewolf, just give him a nice slash to remember the raptor by.

The slash connects before Wags is able to leap out of the way, and the Garou snarls as he's left with a nasty red cut on his chest...that slowly starts knitting itself back together.

"That really the best you got Snout?"

More trickery! This was certainly not expected! No matter. He was a warrior and he would adapt to the situation. He doesn't bother responding. Taunts only leave you open and give the enemy time to think. He feints, darting to one side before leaping, propelling himself clear over Wags, raking downwards with his claws as he goes.

The claws connect, slicing into his shoulders but not before Wags swing his bat upwards, trying to slam the top of it into the raptors underbelly.

Red Snout yelps and tumbles to the ground, rolling before bouncing back to his feet. That hurt! He hiss defiantly, then ducks into the grass again with a rustle.

Wags faded back into the grass as well, taking the reprieve to pull something out of his bag. The cuts may have healed quickly, but both the blood loss and the energy required to heal the injuries had weakened him. His plan and his injuries meant letting the raptor come to him.

Red Snout is slithering through the grass, rifle held at the ready, even if it's a bit awkward to aim the thing. He'd show the werewolf, yes he would...who said a raptor had to get close to hurt you, right?

Wags was ready. He knew the Dino had only two real options, and honestly of the two? He was hoping Snout would use the gun.

Red Snout lays in wait. With a rifle, you do not approach your opponent. You wait for him to approach you...

...which is exactly what Wags was doing, carefully, quietly, and alert to any noise the raptor might make.

He turns his head to one side, sniffed quietly. The mammal stench was there, but he couldn't make out which direction. He cocked the rifle, lever going forwards and back with a faint 'click-click' before the raptor slips off to find a different position. He's made noise and needs to change where he is, the raptor keeping an eye on his old position.

There.

Moving as fast as possible, which for a Garou is pretty damn fast, and not bothering to disguise his noise or his movements, he attempted to tackle Snout before the lizard could move too far from his position.

Unfortunately for Wags, raptors are also pretty damn fast. He spins automatically at the noise and sights down the rifle as best he can. He fires off a shot, mentally cursing that he hasn't the time to aim properly, before dropping the rifle to one side and leaping at Wags with screech, claws out to rake the werewolf's belly.

Wags leaps to side when he hears the gun go off, managing to avoid both bullet and claw, and he tosses what was in his hand (a big glob of the cafeteria slop) at Snout's eyes.

Red Snout lets out another screech, this one of anger, as the glop is smeared in his eyes. He spins, lashing out with tooth and claw at the best guess he can make of Wags position, relying on scent and hearing to help him now. He's hunted at night, this can't be too much different...can it?

The claw strikes, but wags pays it no heed as he aims a swift, sharp kick at the dino's side.

Red Snout twists to one side, curses harshly in his native tongue as the powerful kick catches him and sends him sprawling.

And the bat goes down, with just enough strength behind it to hopefully knock the raptor out.

The raptor is struggling to his feet, ready to charge the werewolf again when the bat catches him. He lets out an indignant squawk of anger and pain, not quite out of it yet, unfortunately for Wags. He springs forwards again, lashing out blindly.

The claws slice into Wags chest again, but that doesn't stop the Garou from bringing the bat down towards Red Claw's head again.

This time Red snout drops, collapsing into the tall grass with a groan, head spinning from the baseball bat's blow.

Wags took a moment to assure himself that the raptor wasn't going to get up anytime soon, mostly by poking the raptor with the baseball bat.

"Stace, end program." the Garou called out, satisfied that the raptor wasn't going to go after him for the time being, and shifted back to his human form.

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