Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-31049256-20171106211144

(Hound, Marcus) "Th-thanks..." Dillon says as he breaths heavily to calm himself, the memories of the wardog's threat those months ago subsiding once more to his subconscious.

He sighs, taking in a long breath before speaking, "...I didn't trust sticking with the other Blue team members. Most of them had plans for elaborate traps, but I knew you were on the other team, so...yeah that was a sure way that I'd be getting my face pounded."

"Well worry not Dillon." Sun-Mi says sweetly as she moves next to him, placing a paw on his shoulder, rubbing it as she speaks, "When Uncle Marcus is ready for his point I'm sure I can teach him the pressure point here that will work. That will make my final assist point, and then we will be set."

Dillon gulps, "A-anyway, I didn't stick with them, but it looks like I got caught anyway. I didn't think our heavy hitters stood a chance against yours.

His shoulders sag, the scout looking a bit crestfallen, "Red Team has this bagged even if the others don't give up."