03-10-2019, 12:23 AM
And then they were off, like a swarm of angry killer bees mobbing tempestuously after whatever nuisance disturbed their tidy hive. Somewhere in the duration of the charge, the mask ineptly slid off of his mug. Oh well, it was bound to happen, anyway.
Yowls arising from the off-guard Pittians, sharp exclamations caused by the abrupt abuse - just hearing the many vociferations of distress shot stimulated spasms through his system. The onslaught had begun, and for the most part, circumstances couldn’t have looked better; the surprise attack was a benign success.
Unfortunately, with his size came a decrease in nimbleness, and it appeared that everybody but him already had a partner to roughhouse with. A good few moments were spent desperately combing the battlefield in hopes of spotting a potential stooge which he could take out his pent-up resentment on.
In the rim of his amber-toned headlights, he could spot a busy Crow, currently engaging with who appeared to be the opposing leader. Tanglewood’s leader looked as though a single blow from the fox could knock him cold, or at least that’s how the situation seemed to Leroy. The mongrel commenced a jog, scampering along to his superior’s location to serve as a means of backup.
Whatever concentration he possessed was thrown off course, as a proximate zoom! whizzed past the mutt’s posterior. Leroy spiraled his discombobulated noggin to view what the disturbance was - to which he saw a piece of earth darting in Beck’s direction (which was unfortunately too far in its course for the canine to stop), and a fairly aggravated-looking feline chasing after. Uncool. The ghost was still a kid, after all.
Brows furrowed, he’d hastily swivel his body around to the direction of [member=3521]captain[/member], and attempt to plunge his broad frame into the mammal’s hindquarters. The attack was not a bite, as his maw was instead busy with shouting "TAKE A HIKE!" - thus, he guardsman utilized the blunt force of his forehead as a weapon. But, the pounce was so sloppily executed, so even if a level of discomfort was inflicted, perhaps the same amount would be experienced on his end.
Yowls arising from the off-guard Pittians, sharp exclamations caused by the abrupt abuse - just hearing the many vociferations of distress shot stimulated spasms through his system. The onslaught had begun, and for the most part, circumstances couldn’t have looked better; the surprise attack was a benign success.
Unfortunately, with his size came a decrease in nimbleness, and it appeared that everybody but him already had a partner to roughhouse with. A good few moments were spent desperately combing the battlefield in hopes of spotting a potential stooge which he could take out his pent-up resentment on.
In the rim of his amber-toned headlights, he could spot a busy Crow, currently engaging with who appeared to be the opposing leader. Tanglewood’s leader looked as though a single blow from the fox could knock him cold, or at least that’s how the situation seemed to Leroy. The mongrel commenced a jog, scampering along to his superior’s location to serve as a means of backup.
Whatever concentration he possessed was thrown off course, as a proximate zoom! whizzed past the mutt’s posterior. Leroy spiraled his discombobulated noggin to view what the disturbance was - to which he saw a piece of earth darting in Beck’s direction (which was unfortunately too far in its course for the canine to stop), and a fairly aggravated-looking feline chasing after. Uncool. The ghost was still a kid, after all.
Brows furrowed, he’d hastily swivel his body around to the direction of [member=3521]captain[/member], and attempt to plunge his broad frame into the mammal’s hindquarters. The attack was not a bite, as his maw was instead busy with shouting "TAKE A HIKE!" - thus, he guardsman utilized the blunt force of his forehead as a weapon. But, the pounce was so sloppily executed, so even if a level of discomfort was inflicted, perhaps the same amount would be experienced on his end.