06-08-2020, 11:09 AM
In stark contrast to Caustic's current stance, Leroy was very much in the mood for a good brawl. Many months came and went since he last lay the smack down on someone, regardless of friend or foe. The most recent incident of him bashing some good ol' fashioned brains in took place in January, during the Mask Vigil - five fucking months ago. Needless to say, the aforementioned brain-bashing skills of his were somewhat rusty. Thus, in the instance of him having to beat the shit out of someone (which just about happened when some fuckhead named Caesar made a feeble attempt to join), the likelihood of success now was much lower than it would've been half a year ago.
He trails behind Vigenere, parking himself between the savannah and Dr. Caustic. There was a rather enthusiastic movement to his tail, signifying his keenness to actually spar with someone again. "Count me in," he vocalizes, eyes flickering between those present. There was quite a size difference between the canines and the feline; hopefully, Tanglewood's resident Cipher wouldn't be battered too badly.
He trails behind Vigenere, parking himself between the savannah and Dr. Caustic. There was a rather enthusiastic movement to his tail, signifying his keenness to actually spar with someone again. "Count me in," he vocalizes, eyes flickering between those present. There was quite a size difference between the canines and the feline; hopefully, Tanglewood's resident Cipher wouldn't be battered too badly.