Gorun is less than pleased by this turn of events.  He would have liked a chance to better prepare himself for combat before someone just up and shot someone else.  If they manage to get themselves through this, he plans on having very stern words with the impatient woman, words that might well be delivered by fists if he can’t get them through her skull any other way!  Meanwhile though, he has a cheetah to worry about, and one that’s dished out no small amount of pain.<br/>The bull grunts stoically and, while the feline is trying to jerk him off his feet —<span style="font-style: italic">Not happening, kitty,</span>he thinks to himself — he reaches down to try to grab hold of the feline.  He wouldn’t know a real cheetah from a fake if one ran up and bit him on the leg, but he’s reasonably sure he can adjust his arsenal of tricks to deal with one.  “Keep that one busy,” he grunts at any or all of the three nearby, indicating the one he’s not trying to subdue with a jerk of his horns.<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/138205">Grapple check: 20</a>))