Sequoia Coast you're tearing me apart, lisa

Ah shit, my bad. His temper was not nearly as controlled as I thought.

Artaax froze in his steps as the pompous sewage was spat into the tension. Rage swept through his entire body, sending his hackles on end and muscles trembling with the need to act. Much like Lycaon was a testosterone-filled 16 year-old, Artaax was a testosterone-filled 14 year-old that didn't particularly like the fact that the big kids looked down on him for his youth. Not that the hompleia considered himself to be small by any means, but he was just as prone to match stupid with more stupid when the situation was right. And for Artaax, raised by and alongside many of the strongest, fiercest women in the Wilds, there were few crimes greater than to insult on such a basis as the one the arrogant stranger had chosen, and so he easily fell victim to his own protective nature/god-complex. With a kill, a war, the naivete of youth, and a highly inflated ego already under his belt, there really wasn’t an ounce of self doubt available to stop him, let alone the huge dosage that would’ve been necessary to invoke prevention.

A pause, a shared glance with Furi that said oh yeah, fuck that guy, and the dragedakru found himself turning, darting, and lunging towards the bad-mannered moron with teeth bared and intentions set on tearing that foul tongue from his mouth - a kindness to said ill-used tongue, in his own astute opinion. He wasn't as quick as his friend, who had the advantage of being nearer and still mostly facing the brute when she had simultaneously leaped. It turned out to be helpful, for the few seconds of delay gave him the opening to pivot around the colliding bodies of Blixen and Ingram and Furi maybe idek, and spring towards Lycaon with all effort focused on smashing his face into the ground. Oh, and the tongue ripping thing. Can't forget that.