03-13-2009, 05:32 PM
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Lol yay! And yes, he can smack Onus in the side XD Onus usually didn't fight with weapons. He preferred to defeat or kill his enemies with his own two hands. But improvising weapons was something he was good at when it came down to a pinch situation. Or in this case, his opponent had crossed the line. The moment his eye wrap had been undone the sense and the reason in the man had disappeared, leaving only the need to maim and fight and cause suffering. His arms holding the club were a flurry of blows. His only desire to hit the man. Make him pay. So far every attack had been parried by the bat and he snarled. Ivory canines glimmered with malice in the darkness of the store. The buzzing in his head kept increasing and increasing and increasing until it was the only thing he could hear. Not even the crashing of wood against metal could overcome it. Sick satisfaction leaked through him as he realized that one of his blows at the wolf's head was going to hit. Then he felt the bat slam into his side. The wind had been knocked from him but he kept his eyes on the bastard. Watched as the blood leaked from where his golf club had struck and he collapsed to the ground. Then the buzzing in between his ears was gone and there was only silence. Control had entered his frenzied mind again. The man grimaced as he tentatively touched his side where the bat had struck. Painful, but his ribs hadn't been broken. There would definitely be a big bruise underneath his short fur though. Right now breathing too deep brought a wave of pain, as well as standing up too straight. The coyote moved to retrieve his hat, not even checking to see if the wolf was alive or not. It didn't matter. He threw some of the toys down on his level to knock the fedora off the high shelf, knowing that climbing back up there would be foolish. After having been successful in that venture he walked to the other side of the shelving unit and picked it up. His footfalls staggered over to where the beast had undid the knot in his cloth. It wasn't laying on the floor. But it hadn't been in the wolf's hands when they battled again either. With a groan he got to his hands and knees to look underneath the nearest shelf. There it was. Bastard. One hand reached under and he knelt there as he retied his mask. A strange calm washed over him as his onyx eyes were once again covered. Slipping the hat back over his ears he got back to his feet and slowly exited the store, one arm wrapped around his beaten side.  |