I'VE BEEN SCARED OF SLEEPING WITH THE LIGHTS ON ♡ RESCUE RAID

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── // open to all attacks but will just try to get away

Unlike Ruven, the jaguar cub felt no buzz in his paws at the idea of combat, it wasn’t particularly in his list of interests despite his upbringing and his home. Too barbaric for the likes of him, though he didn’t mean such a thing in a malicious way. He didn’t want to risk any scars on his person, see, nor did he think a body like his own could prove victorious in a fight, especially with so little training. He would surely break something.

From a short distance Angel watched the influx of Typhoon crewmates make their presence so obnoxiously known, the scent of blood already choking the air. His eyes narrowed, though he made no move to attack, slipping around the border of the sidelines to find either the dragonets, swearing to himself that it was just good to keep them safe so they didn’t all lose potential assets, or even Byriath. Lord knows they would need medical attention when this was over.