08-20-2018, 07:59 AM
To say the unexpected discharge of electricity was painful would be an understatement. The sheer amount of pain that seared across his backside forced him to crumple up on the ground. Croaking in agony, the wolverine’s noggin lurched behind, in an attempt to identify what, or who, had caused this. It was a feline, one that hurled a bolt of lightning at him. That tosser, she could’ve killed him with her cheating antics.
Along with discomfort, anger galloped throughout his mentality. The heartless cluster that was the Pitt went as far as attacking those who didn’t want to fight, and there’s nothing as pitiful as besieging the peaceful. On account of Snowbound’s standing being in the role of peaceful, the number of fierce combatants the group had lacked, thus, outside assistance was required. Wendell knew he’d be seen as a coward for ditching, but that was nothing on the group currently seizing an utterly defenceless clan. That is, if he even survived the encounter with Little Ms. Lightning over here.
"Sod off!" he’d holler angrily, standing himself up on his weary legs, ”Go fight someone that wants to!”. Mainly a pacifist, he didn’t want to fight unless he absolutely had to, and in this case, the serval was merely a distraction, not a combatant. If she was smart, she’d attend the brawl happening at the banquet hall and assist her leader in fighting someone that actually posed as a threat. Shifting his gaze towards the closest exit of Snowbound, the mustelid began sprinting once more, luckily not collapsing from the pain that still lingered.
Along with discomfort, anger galloped throughout his mentality. The heartless cluster that was the Pitt went as far as attacking those who didn’t want to fight, and there’s nothing as pitiful as besieging the peaceful. On account of Snowbound’s standing being in the role of peaceful, the number of fierce combatants the group had lacked, thus, outside assistance was required. Wendell knew he’d be seen as a coward for ditching, but that was nothing on the group currently seizing an utterly defenceless clan. That is, if he even survived the encounter with Little Ms. Lightning over here.
"Sod off!" he’d holler angrily, standing himself up on his weary legs, ”Go fight someone that wants to!”. Mainly a pacifist, he didn’t want to fight unless he absolutely had to, and in this case, the serval was merely a distraction, not a combatant. If she was smart, she’d attend the brawl happening at the banquet hall and assist her leader in fighting someone that actually posed as a threat. Shifting his gaze towards the closest exit of Snowbound, the mustelid began sprinting once more, luckily not collapsing from the pain that still lingered.