no feelin, just a villain - open; fight

[michael t.]

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

Michael hadn't thought of the Coalition in quite a while, if he was being honest. They were a constant nuisance, and he hated them as much as the next Typhooner, but he also didn't let them dwell in his thoughts. Not when he had much more important things to worry about, after all. Much like Roxanne, the dealer had heard about a strange and disoriented newcomer on their border, but he didn't think much of it. She wasn't the first amnesiac to come wandering across their tracks, and Roan had even acknowledged that while recounting the story. Unfortunately, it seemed as though the bobcat should've done a little bit more investigating. If he had... perhaps he could've prevented this whole attack. He knew better than to blame himself, though. If he did that, he'd just end up wallowing about in misery. Instead, he decided that it was time to get even. No one attacked his sister – their captain – in broad daylight and got away with it. He knew that Rox could handle herself just fine, but he still wanted a chunk of flesh.

The male wore a scowl as he approached, a faint enraged sheen to his mismatched blue gaze as he shouted, "Hey, cunt! Not sure where the fuck you get off thinking you can just attack our leader, but you can eat shit!" With that, he felt a rush of power surge throughout his body. He wasn't about to attack Sojourn directly – doing so would be a death sentence, considering the size difference between the bobcat and her. Instead, he was going to utilize his earth elementals, a sneer on his face as he rose a paw. He aimed to pull a chunk from the nearby stone, attempting to toss it violently into Sojourn's side. If he was successful, the force of it would probably be enough to knock the Kingpin over, or at least leave her dazed. His short tail was twitching and lashing behind him, claws having slipped out against the sand covered stony ground. He was hoping to just use his elementals to help out – as much as that did cause him pain – rather than being forced to fight physical. Still, he would do so if he had to.

Whether his attack connected or not, it wouldn't be difficult for Michael to notice the prisoner that Sojourn was pushing forth. So this was his fault, huh? The dealer already hadn't wanted to leave him alive, but this just confirmed his earlier uneasiness. He snapped softly at Ravenwood, his voice a low hiss, "Hell no you don't." He then attempted to leap at Ravenwood, trying to use his body weight to slam the other down against the ground. If he were successful, he'd try to hold the other against the ground with a paw on his neck. He didn't really have a specific plan in mind, but he wasn't just going to let such a nuisance of a prisoner go running off if he could help it.

— Reggan