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Post by Kids These Days on Jul 9, 2013 0:01:32 GMT -5
11/20
The mightyena seemed to be distracted still as he reached the rodent, unleashing a howl of rage. In mid-dash, he reached down to scoop up the sentret while trying to analyze the situation in his head-- what were the odds that they could get away from this hyena by way of sprint? Not likely, he figured, since he was in no shape to be running very far. And, if his vague memories from class were serving him well, that mightyena had just pumped up its attack power. His torchic was screwed. He was screwed. Mother of mew this sucked.
And all because he didn't want to watch a sentret be torn limb from limb. What was wrong with him? He made a note to figure that out later.
Meanwhile, while the mightyena unleashed the howl, the bold little fire bird went in for another scratch, still screeching and squawking and ruffling her feathers. Bold, very bold--- but also very stupid. Then again, Bryan was exercizing equal amounts of stupidity; he was holding the thing that the mightyena was after, after all.
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