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CAUSTIC
Caustic knew his weaknesses. He was aging. He was 48 as a human and he was an indeterminate age now. He suspected, somewhat younger. The arthritis didn't grind his bones like it once did, and he had more energy. Caustic also suffered from respiratory issues, so any blows to his chest cavity or diaphragm was disabling to him. It put him in a coughing fit that he needed a brief moment to recover from. Finally, while it wasn't a weakness to him as a human, it was a weakness to him now. Caustic was missing two digits from his left paw, starting from the outermost, which was the equivalent of his pinky and ring finger.
Caustic combated these weaknesses with brute force and intelligence. He didn't bother with learning how to fight in this form yet. He wasn't planning on staying, after all.
Micheal interested him though. So Caustic took a sea in the back, watching him intently from over the shoulders of the children, a cough leaving him.
Caustic combated these weaknesses with brute force and intelligence. He didn't bother with learning how to fight in this form yet. He wasn't planning on staying, after all.
Micheal interested him though. So Caustic took a sea in the back, watching him intently from over the shoulders of the children, a cough leaving him.
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