WC: 306
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"Yoo are 'noyeeng, you shood go awaie!" he declared shortly after the coyote tried to refute his statements. This was getting silly now, and Myrtle desperately wanted to find his brother. He really didn't appreciate this coyote hassling him, and he was growing tired of this useless banter. Myrtle had graciously decided to ignore the coyote's insults against him, since he was most definitely not a "nitwit", whatever that was. Despite their arguing, Myrtle had not expected that followed next.
Myrtle yelped as the coyote attacked him, falling back and landing on his side at an awkward angle. The coyote had taken him by such surprise that when he fell, all of the air was knocked out of him, and he was left gasping for air while the coyote dug his claws into his pristine coat. Myrtle really did not appreciate this sort of behaviour, and he wanted for the coyote to stop, and stop immediately. But that was not happening, and Myrtle could feel his eyes welling up with tears. The coyote's claws had met their mark, and Myrtle was fairly certain it would leave a scar. Oh, he was going to be so ugly! Myrtle tried to thrash under the coyote's weight, for the other male was a little lighter than Myrtle. Myrtle had no fighting experience either, but he knew he wanted to get this coyote off him now. The hybrid lashed out, and tried to pull the coyote off of him with his arms. He swung his arms at the coyote, trying to grab, pull, and punch anything within his reach. Unfortunately, Myrtle was not too experienced in using his Optime form, and his left leg was tucked under him at a very weird angle. Myrtle would have to get the coyote off him before he would be able to go anywhere.
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