Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180107055645/@comment-32908780-20180111014244

Whatever this thing was had just charged his friend. Mikael was, to say the least, pissed. His blood had ran cold at the sight  of this thing noticing them, but he would not be deterred by fear. He began to hype himself up, growling, bouncing a little, and holding up his fists like one would fight a person. It wasn't long until he let out a feral yell, which was extremely uncommon and loud compared to his normal self. He unabashedly charged forward, throwing an extremely wide right hook at the hind of whatever this thing was. Sharp teeth? Claws? All meant nothing if his crew was going to be attacked.