Gideon's fall was both ungraceful and bone-breaking, not to mention; loud. He had managed to land on his feet, though it was quiet obvious he was still recovering from the fall when he stood at his full height, his lean yet muscled form straightened slowly until Gideon appeared in his usual, disciplined posture. His eyes were only able to purvey the surrounding clearing for a couple seconds, the trees forming a sort of ellipse of colorful grass and moss that circl-- out of the corner of his eye, Gideon was able to see the form of a beowolf lunge at him, giving him just enough time to rotate his hips and torso to face the pounce head-on. Gideon landed hard on his back, his Mardemdievs clacking loudly as Gideon rolls onto his shoulder and used them as leverage to both push the beowolf as well as himself, causing the two figures to land a few meters apart.
Gideon glanced around with his peripherals in the moment that the beowolf lunged, noticing 5 other hulking figures all equally as muscled as the large beowolf in front of him. Barely sidestepping one of the beowolf's overhead swipes. Gideon let loose a couple brutal punches to its side, causing two, very audible, thuds. The beowolf leapt away again, allowing Gideon to reach for his Mardemdievs, though he was unable to draw as the beowolf quickly re-engaged with another lunge forward, forcing Gideon to improvise.
Gideon was good at improvisation. Despite this fact, Gideon also did not have the preparedness of somebody who might have been able to sit down and think out their next move.
No, Rather
Gideon did something much less intelligent
And much more ballsy
Gideon lunged out with both hands for the head of the beowolf, one hand impaling itself on the upper jaw of the beowolf, wrapping itself around the muzzle. The only hand protection being tightly bound cloth one might apply to blisters or burns. The other hand reached for the top of the head, forcing the beowolf's head down to about 2 feet off the ground as the beowolf's claws grazed either side of Gideon's frame.
Then came the curb stomp
No, not to the top of the head, or the foot, or the neck.
Gideon curb stomped the beowolf's lower jaw whilst he lifted its upper jaw.
The Result: A loud snapping sound, audible to the surrounding area, followed by a screech mixed with a barking whine as the lower jaw of the beowolf dangled by skin and muscle, the tongue flapping aimlessly with the pained vocalizations that could be heard for kilometers. The bone had pierced through the skin, acting as a locking mechanism as the joints of the lower jaw dragged outwards across the palette of the beowolf's mouth, the muscles in spasm causing the bone to move similar to a catapult, resulting in the bone only remaining attached to the muscle by loose tendons.
Gideon quickly followed through by withdrawing his right hand from the permanently open maw of the beowolf and sliding his left hand down to the back of the target's neck. In a split-second Gideon extended and withdrew his right fist from the neck of the beowolf, the screech turning into a strangled sound as the defeated form flopped to the ground writhing for air before eventually going still. Of course, Gideon didn't have time to watch as another beowolf leaped towards him, though, in that instant, Gideon had enough time to brace himself and act as a springboard, rolling the beowolf off his shoulders and maintaining the beowolf's trajectory towards the other side of the clearing.
As soon as Gideon stance recovered, another beowolf ran at him with swiping blows. At this point, Gideon began to count. This beowolf he named "3".
Gideon dodged the first swipe, before stopping the second one inches from his face, intertwining his arm with the beowolf's, he pulled the monstrosity closer until the maw of the beowolf was close enough for Gideon to feel its breath. The stance was not maintained for more than a second as Gideon slammed his foot down on the knee joint of "3", causing it to bend inwards at an awkward angle and collided with the other knee-joint, accompanied by a sound similar to a branch snapping off a tree. Quickly diverting both of their weight to the side of the broken joint, Gideon flung the beowolf onto its side, about to draw his Mardemdievs once again before assigned beowolfs "4" and "2" collide with him at 90 degree angles from each other, flinging him back with the two of them on top of him.
Focusing on "2" first, Gideon grappled both the upper and lower jaw with each hand, his hands quickly becoming pin-cushions. Twisting his hands in a 360 motion, he snapped the beowolf's neck like a twig, but not before "4" ran his jaw down Gideon's upper arm with a vicious twisting motion you'd more likely see with a dog playing tug-o'-war. Gideon quickly grabbed the skull of "4", digging his left hand thumb into the eye socket of the beowolf and dragging its head off his arm before bringing his knee up from under the beowolf and dragging its head downward to meet in the middle, the jaw audibly snapping shut as Gideon's knee forcefully closed it.
Pushing the stunned beowolf off of him, he stood with his right arm limply hanging at his side, he wasn't really totally standing before "4" returned with a vengeance, only to be met with a sweeping kick that took out its legs, causing it to fall to the ground like a bag of bricks. Before it could get back up, Gideon stomped on its muzzle, causing the beowolf's head to whip to the side and into the grass. The stomp was followed by a few like it, beginning to noticeably cave in its skull before designated beowolf "5" slashed open Gideon's side, which was instantly replied with a shoulder to the beowolf's torso, taking them both to the ground. Gideon quickly gained the upper ground on the beowolf, placing his knees on either arm and beginning a flury of audible punches to the skull of the beowolf, bloodying both his knuckles as sharp thuds turned into soft squishes, Eventually, Gideon stood his knuckles, a flowing red. "4" seemed to have gotten up and was sauntering towards Gideon whilst barely able to maintain its balance. Gideon came in with a side kick, knocking the already shattered material of "4"'s skull several meters.
Gideon stood silently, facing the last beowolf that had made itself apparent to him, his piercing gaze matching the beowolf's predatory stare before suddenly falling to a knee, his fists placed on either side of him to maintain his balance.
At this point, to any current onlooker, it has become quite obvious that Gideon Xovos could use some serious help as the final beowolf closed in.