That's a good strike, Pratt is a little impressed. But no time for that, he skids back, avoiding the antlers as the animal thrashes. Immediately he's trying to get around to the side so that if the spine hit didn't kill it, he could slit it's throat so it wouldn't suffer.

It might have been trying to kill them, but it was an animal and they were either food or a threat to it. No reason to prolong any pain.

As it turns out he doesn't need to, Charles' tomahawk is enough to down it. Breathing a sigh of relief he nods to Charles, "Nicely done."