06-12-2020, 08:49 PM
The canine finds himself nodding whilst the Apex Predator (as Dr. Caustic described Bloodhound) delved into the rules of combat. Their regulations were a tad more complex than the usual pin and win shit, but it was easy to follow nonetheless. He felt somewhat iffy in regards to the introduction of the pigments; Leroy didn't consider himself a medical professional by any regard, but in the case of the paint making its way into an open wound, there could be dire consequences - and he did NOT want to catch cancer again.
After Bloth Hoondr finishes with their directions, the general cautiously makes his way towards a pigment bowl and stares into its abyss. Unfortunately for those present, Leroy was colourblind by some degree. What the masked wolf designated as red, the male couldn't discern it from the other colours present. Squinting helped a little bit, though. With great hesitance, he dips his appropriate appendages into what he thought was purple (it wasn't purple), shuddering at the discomfort that soon followed. The way it stuck to his fur... it didn't feel right.
"If anyone needs me to go easy on 'em," he remarks, tone ripe with confidence, "jus' tell me - I know Kung Fu, and I don't wanna hurt no one that bad."
Obviously, he did not know Kung Fu.
After Bloth Hoondr finishes with their directions, the general cautiously makes his way towards a pigment bowl and stares into its abyss. Unfortunately for those present, Leroy was colourblind by some degree. What the masked wolf designated as red, the male couldn't discern it from the other colours present. Squinting helped a little bit, though. With great hesitance, he dips his appropriate appendages into what he thought was purple (it wasn't purple), shuddering at the discomfort that soon followed. The way it stuck to his fur... it didn't feel right.
"If anyone needs me to go easy on 'em," he remarks, tone ripe with confidence, "jus' tell me - I know Kung Fu, and I don't wanna hurt no one that bad."
Obviously, he did not know Kung Fu.