Pssh that wasn't much of a wait at all, but I am sorry for the wait.
Gravel. Chunks and pieces of the deteriorating concrete sidewalks and streets. It didn't matter what it was so long as it had enough mass to be effectively thrown at the rotting building that had become the recipient of the silvered male's wrath. Each object was thrown with all his might and many with a poorly aimed trajectory that left them bouncing rather harmlessly off the wood siding. Occasionally they would create a shower of paint chips on impact, though it was not nearly as satisfying as when his projectiles hit their mark, shattering whatever glass still remained within the windows.
The pent up frustration and anger that had accumulated over the passing weeks was full unleashed on the inanimate object. Projectiles were thrown with such force that it the muscles in his shoulders quickly began to ache. His white chest heaving as he panted, putting everything into his assault of the decaying structure. He was completely oblivious to the cloaked figured that had approached from behind.
His venting barrage had already brought his hackles to a full rise. Thinking of all the indignities he had suffered in the passing weeks at the hands of the pack of mutts. The sudden realization that he was no longer alone was enough to the wolf on edge as a strange voice cut through the air, but it was its accent that sent a chill up his spine and fueled his fury even further. He arm stopped right were it was, drawn back to launch another sizeable piece of concrete. Fist clenching tightly around it his arm dropped to his side as he turned to face the stranger with a snarl curling his lips. His other hand instinctively reaching for the buck knife at the back of his belt, but paused not seeing the earthen hued face he had expected. The drawn blade quickly caught his attention and his hand finished wrapping around the handle of short blade, not yet drawing it. "Too much a coward to deal with me himself, huh? So he sent you instead." He snarled, his stance defensive as he waited for the attack that was sure to come. "Get it over with, come on!" He knew he wouldn't stand much of a chance against a sword with a knife, but all be damned if he wasn't going to go down fighting. He'd at least cut the bastard.
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