09-04-2018, 02:42 PM
The collision of skulls caused quite the oomph of a migraine to linger round Leroy’s psyche, notwithstanding the pain was drowned by senses of triumph. His plan, while outlandish and cheap, had been carried out successfully. Wincing, his form rose once more to tower over Roman’s lethargic body, having a look-see over the fluffy dog in means of identifying a target limb. "Since you’re so nice," he began amusingly, ”I won’t take something tha’ useful; how ‘bout your back left one?”. Not waiting for a response, in case the Shiba decided to fight back, his bulky neck lowered to the ground below, slyly sliding the leather pack he had brought along. He eagerly opened it, discarding everything inside, scraps and all, until a blade thudded unto the surface.
The mutt arranged Roman’s leg in a manner that it stuck out like a log. It would be just like chopping firewood. An operation like this was new to him, to this extent that something may go a little awry.
Brandishing the curved blade in his jaws, he’d swing down towards the ground in an attempt to detach the leg from the torso. If anything went wrong, rinse and repeat. The leg was going home with him.
The mutt arranged Roman’s leg in a manner that it stuck out like a log. It would be just like chopping firewood. An operation like this was new to him, to this extent that something may go a little awry.
Brandishing the curved blade in his jaws, he’d swing down towards the ground in an attempt to detach the leg from the torso. If anything went wrong, rinse and repeat. The leg was going home with him.