Well, so much for that. In all honesty, he was anticipating the pool cue breaking from the force he used and the force of it cracking against someones skull. These flimsy wooden things were not, after all, meant for  use as a weapon.<br/><br/>Leofwine would attempt to push the clawed hand away from him, choosing to divert it rather than evade it. As he did so with his left hand, his right would slip into his pocket, quickly drawing a seven inch folding pocket knife. With dexterous handwork, the blade would be unfolded, locking into position, and switched around in his grasp so that the correct end was usable.<br/><br/>As much as he might detest violence and killing, this was a matter of life and death, and he sought to end it quickly, so as to minimize the risk to not only himself, but to others.<br/><br/>Leofwine would try to plunge the blade all the way to its handle, into the chest of the beast, trying to impale his heart with it. [Roll coming]