08-14-2018, 08:51 PM
He had never thought in a million years that he’d be relieved to see that spider. Acting all hero-like, Abathur attacked the gator, briefly stunning it before checking on how Leroy’s aid. "I think ma’ ankle’s gone, but I can move on three legs," the mutt grimaced seriously. No trickery or sarcasm right now. The pain had dimmed quite a bit, though his claret’s flow hadn’t halted since the bite. Additionally, he had lost the ability of movement in a leg, that would prove difficult in this situation.
Even if that reptile lost his interest in Leroy, for whatever reason it didn’t, he wanted that thing dead. That fucker didn’t deserve to live, even if it was his own fault that he strolled into it’s predatory area. In fact, he actually needed to kill something for Aya, that he aimed to do, in defiance of his ankle’s injury. A glint off in the distance signified that his weapon was in practical range. Granted that he got that razor in the shifty paws of his, perhaps he could do some real damage. Probably not. Those things had backs that were like body armour. Though, if he got a gator part for his employer, she’d be ever-so-grateful.
That’s when Malphas came flying in, asking for the best of Abathur’s abilities. That meant the spider would bring him back to camp. Not happening. ”Save th’ fucking band-aids for lata’, I’m fine for right now” he’d insist, ”I want this fucka’ dead, regardless of ‘im bein’ a fuckin’ alligator”. As those two were medics, he understood that Malphas or Abathur weren’t going to have this, but he was not going to let anybody kill this thing without him.
Not Morgan. Not Ophelia.
The winged feline had urged the two to send Leroy to safety, and again, that wasn’t happening. It wasn’t as if his back was snapped in two, he could still hold his own, especially if it involved ending the miserable beasts’ life. This thing was, if anything, batty. Those creatures weren’t supposed to chase, as they just sat around all day waiting for food. Either this one was really hungry, or really vile, two good enough reasons to execute it.
Not waiting for a response, he attempted to hobble towards where he last was. He needed that razor. These things’ bellies looked softer than their rocky rears, surely that area would be easier to slice into?
If Malphas or Abathur were any eggheaded, they’d leave him be. Actually, it would be smarter to stop him, though he wouldn’t like it.
Even if that reptile lost his interest in Leroy, for whatever reason it didn’t, he wanted that thing dead. That fucker didn’t deserve to live, even if it was his own fault that he strolled into it’s predatory area. In fact, he actually needed to kill something for Aya, that he aimed to do, in defiance of his ankle’s injury. A glint off in the distance signified that his weapon was in practical range. Granted that he got that razor in the shifty paws of his, perhaps he could do some real damage. Probably not. Those things had backs that were like body armour. Though, if he got a gator part for his employer, she’d be ever-so-grateful.
That’s when Malphas came flying in, asking for the best of Abathur’s abilities. That meant the spider would bring him back to camp. Not happening. ”Save th’ fucking band-aids for lata’, I’m fine for right now” he’d insist, ”I want this fucka’ dead, regardless of ‘im bein’ a fuckin’ alligator”. As those two were medics, he understood that Malphas or Abathur weren’t going to have this, but he was not going to let anybody kill this thing without him.
Not Morgan. Not Ophelia.
The winged feline had urged the two to send Leroy to safety, and again, that wasn’t happening. It wasn’t as if his back was snapped in two, he could still hold his own, especially if it involved ending the miserable beasts’ life. This thing was, if anything, batty. Those creatures weren’t supposed to chase, as they just sat around all day waiting for food. Either this one was really hungry, or really vile, two good enough reasons to execute it.
Not waiting for a response, he attempted to hobble towards where he last was. He needed that razor. These things’ bellies looked softer than their rocky rears, surely that area would be easier to slice into?
If Malphas or Abathur were any eggheaded, they’d leave him be. Actually, it would be smarter to stop him, though he wouldn’t like it.