He looks back mid-scramble, his face locked in terror. It only fuels your rage and in an instant you’ve closed the distance. You grab a handful of tail hair and pull. He doesn’t stop, even though part of his tail does. You time a kick and deliver it to the side of his rear leg. The force from the kick pushes his rump into the path of a quickly approaching evergreen. It happened too quick and he can do little but tense for impact.