[Strauss prepares the kick and Perhin yanks the bat towards him. He then counters the motion, slamming him against the wall with the bat flat against his arms, trapping the attacker with his own weapon. Pain is pressing deeper into his shoulder, only partially ignored while he tends to more urgent matters.
The brutal side of his nature always had a presence; it always will. The only thing stopping it is the education given to him and the knowledge that any attack on a human being, be it provoked or not, would be severely punished (if it even is a human. There's no way he can tell just yet). He's a gentleman belua mourning the state of his outfit somewhere in the back of his mind, still he walks around with a the sense of entitlement that declares someone needs to be taught a lesson.]
Down, boy.
[The effort makes him grit his teeth, words hissed under the rain. The light seems to settle differently on his skin now that it's wet, the white of his eyes softly brushed with red. Pollution will do that.]
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The brutal side of his nature always had a presence; it always will. The only thing stopping it is the education given to him and the knowledge that any attack on a human being, be it provoked or not, would be severely punished (if it even is a human. There's no way he can tell just yet). He's a gentleman belua mourning the state of his outfit somewhere in the back of his mind, still he walks around with a the sense of entitlement that declares someone needs to be taught a lesson.]
Down, boy.
[The effort makes him grit his teeth, words hissed under the rain. The light seems to settle differently on his skin now that it's wet, the white of his eyes softly brushed with red. Pollution will do that.]