[ Faraday pants heavily as Butch's weight is dragged off him, trying to roll back up onto his feet. His bad leg refuses to hold his weight, though, and he's sent right back to the sand.
It's just as well, though, considering Butch doesn't seem inclined to go on the offensive again – not with Vasquez standing between the two of them, his long, impossibly sharp claws still covered in Butch's blood. Faraday pushes himself up onto his two front paws, head hanging low as he tries to catch his breath.
Still, he catches Butch's gaze, his gold eyes flashing in threat and mischief. He lets out hissing sort of breath, something that might almost be a laugh. ]
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It's just as well, though, considering Butch doesn't seem inclined to go on the offensive again – not with Vasquez standing between the two of them, his long, impossibly sharp claws still covered in Butch's blood. Faraday pushes himself up onto his two front paws, head hanging low as he tries to catch his breath.
Still, he catches Butch's gaze, his gold eyes flashing in threat and mischief. He lets out hissing sort of breath, something that might almost be a laugh. ]
You should probably start runnin'.