08-24-2018, 08:47 PM
[size=9pt]"Wait, wait!" comes a voice from the entrance to the cave. Moon's slips out from the side of the wall he'd been pressed up to, careful with his movements as he creeps forward. He plays the injured soldier act. "Hold your fire. I'm a walking-wounded. Take it easy on me." says the lion, exaggerating his limp and holding one paw to the side of his head. It's not entirely a lie; the Typhoon left him messy and scarred, but he's high on poppy seeds, and in that moment, the only thing real about his performance is the water balloon he's about to send flying Feliks' way.
In a split second, he picks one up in his sheathed paw and propels it through the air. It's a good shot, and if successful, it would hit the hybrid straight in the beak. Laughter bursting from his maw like a Disney villan, Moon makes a run for shelter-- but he hasn't thought this through; not everything about his injuries can be used to his advantage. He's slow.
In a split second, he picks one up in his sheathed paw and propels it through the air. It's a good shot, and if successful, it would hit the hybrid straight in the beak. Laughter bursting from his maw like a Disney villan, Moon makes a run for shelter-- but he hasn't thought this through; not everything about his injuries can be used to his advantage. He's slow.
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