03-08-2019, 12:38 AM
[align=center]action — "speech" — thoughts
[div style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #464C5A, #757f96, #464C5A); width: 500px; height: 2px;"]Perfect. The Pitt were caught by surprise. Around him, his fellow Tanglers were already on the offensive, snapping at the tails of those who retreated into the caverns like startled mice, a glorious sight. Crow had different matters at hand, however; he had already attracted the likes of none other than Jervis.
The feline's jade-hued eyes glinted devilishly beneath the cover of his disguise, a snarl escaping his lips. "Who are ya callin' a miscreant? You smell too bad to be callin' me a miscreant," he taunted with a grunt, bracing for impact as the weight of [member=3615]JERVIS[/member] came crashing down onto his chest. If there was one thing his mask was useful for, it was his next move. The pressure of the situation became more apparent the closer the fox's claws neared his throat, and he had to act fast lest he lose his life. Crow propelled his body forward rather forcefully, aiming to smack his head into the other's, where his mask would crack and clatter to the ground should he connect.
It held no value to him anyway. Gaining control was pivotal, more significant than a fragile, dirty old mask.
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