Redhawk Caldera all the idiots

Like most things in life, Whip had not thought this though. He was an inexperianced fighter, outmatched, and it showed in his folly. Kaizer clearly had the upper hand; it showed in his speed and his power, which he quickly exercised over the adolescent. Whip was taken by the scruff of his neck, and his scrappy body was nearly hoisted completely from the ground. He gasped for breath, but only a terrified wheeze passed his lips as the life was nearly choked from his body.

Nothing more than sheer terror kept Whip tethered to the earth. Frantic eyes flew wildly around the scene, pleading for someone to save him. In the chaos, Whip saw his mother. She stood in silence, unwavering. Unmoving.

She made no move to save her son. But another, unknoticed by Whip in the frenzy, moved in to end the violent display. There was a jerking motion and Whip could feel Kaizer's grip losen. As soon as Kaiser's jaws fell slack around Whip's neck, he hit the earth running as fast as he could with his tail tucked tightly between his legs -- both in embarassment and defeat.