He tongue slips out of his mouth to run over his canines and along the back of his teeth, grinning wide at the resounding thud hitting the ground. Really, he wants to sink his teeth into this hippos throat and tear it out. Perhaps that's a lingering feeling or the fact that he's been viceless so long.

His hand folds outwards, a Tease setting on his fingertip, and he stalks forward with a deep seated chuckle. He snaps forward, his foot tapping once to spring him into the air and he aims a flat roundhouse kick to the side of its fat face, "All is fair in war, good ma'am."