Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160117153631/@comment-26852465-20160118235709

"Jeez..." Lyle was on his back, trying to catch his breath from the ruthless dropkick he received. "The nerve of these animal club.. people.. good thing my.. wonderful armor is solidly built. He might have broken a rib if I weren't wearing it." He slowly got up, fire in his eyes. "Other than the bunny girl, these people have no etiquitte.. I'll not stoop so low as to kill, but I'll be plenty disrespectful.. I'll make an effort to evade, whenever I meet one."

He slowly walked over back to the fight. His posture suggested he was more angry than hurt.

"Hey! You Squidfaced Boondoggler! You wanna try and lay your dirty hands... er, feet.. on me again!? Try it, pal! I'll make my own mask club, and it'll be a hundred times cooler than yours!"

With a mild growl, he stuck his arm out, charging up a significantly high amount of crackling holy bolts. If he wasn't careful with his aim... they could potentially nail Oscar.