02-19-2020, 12:19 AM
Even though Michael had not truly represented any sort of threat to Roxie in the loner lands, he of all people could've told her not to go out on her own so far into the unknown. The loner lands were the untamed wilds, and he had spent many months within them, making them his home and fighting alongside Trevor to make sure that the two of them wouldn't die some horrible, gruesome death. He knew well of the threats that it represented. Hell, up until recently, he had been one of those threats. He had been one of the horrible creatures lurking in the shadows, and he had felt power because of it, but no longer was that the case. No longer did he take pleasure in the pain of others, at least as long as they hadn't wronged him or his loved ones. He was happier here, in the Typhoon, with Roxie, and with little Roan, and with all the new people that he was meeting each and every day. He missed Trevor dearly, and he spent every day silently wishing that the coyote would show up at the border with his loud, grating voice. But aside from that? He had everything he needed, right here. Which was why he didnt intend for anybody to mess that up for him. Hurting Roxie? That was one of the worst decisions you could've made where Michael De Santa was involved.
He wasn't sure why exactly he had been wandering out past the border. Perhaps it was just some futile hope of finding Trevor, or perhaps making another friend like he had with Roxie, but the hows and whys didnt really matter, not when he came upon the scene of Rox and the dire wolf. He was frozen for a moment, just taking in all of the information in front of him, from the hulking beast covered in wounds and blood, the wounds literring Roxie's body along with the dangling, obviously broken wing, and the moment of tension that was passing after the creature's tail had been ripped from it. He could tell it was getting ready to strike again, and he could also tell that Roxie couldnt deal with that. She'd done damage, but she was already near her last leg... Michael was hardly the one to be helping with this. After all, he wasn't even two feet tall, and all of his physical skills were focused on finding weaknesses and exploiting them, something he very much hadn't done with this beast. However, all of his common sense had gone out the window the moment he had smelled the combination of Roxie and blood.
The absolute roar that left the bobcat's muzzle was hardly anything spectacular, but it conveyed the rage that was running through his veins as he charged at the beast, leaping upward and digging his sharp fangs into the creature's neck. He ended up with a mouthful of mostly fluff, but he could feel the thing's skin as well, and he winced as it let out a pained and enraged noise, thrashing around and tossing him from side to side. His small and chubby body rag dolled, slamming back and forth with the motion of Alexander's movements. He could feel all of his torture wounds reopening, and his blood splattering the ground. He released his hold on Alexander's neck and found himself falling back, wheezing in pain before Alexander lashed out, catching the side of his face and his eye with its claws. Michael let out a shout of pain at this, watching as his aviators went flying to the side. He could feel blood dripping down the side of his face, and he was silently glad it had been his left eye that had been hit, given how it was already blind.
Michael's stout body was shaking as he glared Alexander down, letting out a low snarl before he focused his powers. He could already feel the headache building, but he didnt much care, watching as the small shards of rock rose up from the earth, shooting forward to embed themselves into Alexander's leg. The creature roared in anger and pain at that, falling back on three legs with one temporarily disabled. Michael grinned a bit cruelly at that before he backed up, standing protectively in front of Roxanne even as his body weakened. Blood was dribbling down from his nose and his mouth, a telltale sign of him using his elementals. He knew he couldn't do much more to combat the creature, but he still stood firmly in front of Roxie even as he bled, grunting back to her, "Rox! I can't... I can't kill it. Or knock it out. I'm not... not strong enough. But... but I'll stay here, okay? It'll kill me first. Hopefully somebody else can get you out of this..." He forced a weak smile after that, his legs trembling beneath him, "Sorry I can't be much more useful..." He wished he could drive the beast away, but he also knew he couldn't. He was just too small. Too weak.
He wasn't sure why exactly he had been wandering out past the border. Perhaps it was just some futile hope of finding Trevor, or perhaps making another friend like he had with Roxie, but the hows and whys didnt really matter, not when he came upon the scene of Rox and the dire wolf. He was frozen for a moment, just taking in all of the information in front of him, from the hulking beast covered in wounds and blood, the wounds literring Roxie's body along with the dangling, obviously broken wing, and the moment of tension that was passing after the creature's tail had been ripped from it. He could tell it was getting ready to strike again, and he could also tell that Roxie couldnt deal with that. She'd done damage, but she was already near her last leg... Michael was hardly the one to be helping with this. After all, he wasn't even two feet tall, and all of his physical skills were focused on finding weaknesses and exploiting them, something he very much hadn't done with this beast. However, all of his common sense had gone out the window the moment he had smelled the combination of Roxie and blood.
The absolute roar that left the bobcat's muzzle was hardly anything spectacular, but it conveyed the rage that was running through his veins as he charged at the beast, leaping upward and digging his sharp fangs into the creature's neck. He ended up with a mouthful of mostly fluff, but he could feel the thing's skin as well, and he winced as it let out a pained and enraged noise, thrashing around and tossing him from side to side. His small and chubby body rag dolled, slamming back and forth with the motion of Alexander's movements. He could feel all of his torture wounds reopening, and his blood splattering the ground. He released his hold on Alexander's neck and found himself falling back, wheezing in pain before Alexander lashed out, catching the side of his face and his eye with its claws. Michael let out a shout of pain at this, watching as his aviators went flying to the side. He could feel blood dripping down the side of his face, and he was silently glad it had been his left eye that had been hit, given how it was already blind.
Michael's stout body was shaking as he glared Alexander down, letting out a low snarl before he focused his powers. He could already feel the headache building, but he didnt much care, watching as the small shards of rock rose up from the earth, shooting forward to embed themselves into Alexander's leg. The creature roared in anger and pain at that, falling back on three legs with one temporarily disabled. Michael grinned a bit cruelly at that before he backed up, standing protectively in front of Roxanne even as his body weakened. Blood was dribbling down from his nose and his mouth, a telltale sign of him using his elementals. He knew he couldn't do much more to combat the creature, but he still stood firmly in front of Roxie even as he bled, grunting back to her, "Rox! I can't... I can't kill it. Or knock it out. I'm not... not strong enough. But... but I'll stay here, okay? It'll kill me first. Hopefully somebody else can get you out of this..." He forced a weak smile after that, his legs trembling beneath him, "Sorry I can't be much more useful..." He wished he could drive the beast away, but he also knew he couldn't. He was just too small. Too weak.
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan