Redsand Canyon They're throwing bottles at your house.

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This entire scene was going worse than a canary chucked into a cat mine. Sunhawk knew a thing or two about de-escalation, but usually he was the one lugging dynamite into a campfire and then running. Watching chaos from the side lines was way less invigorating and inspired a lick of metaphorical sweat under his brow. 

Damn, this was giving him the whelmies. 

He was completely out of his element here while each Jotunn sized each other up. If he hadn't been present for the entire thing, he might have dropped his pizza and scampered off as soon as he felt flames lick his feet: now, he was feeling the uncomfortable tension of two Very Alpha Males preparing for the next Balboa vs Drago showdown (and of course, he was on Rocky's side). 

Sunhawk had to think fast, something he normally only reserved for when he was trying to figure out how to con someone out of food. It was obvious Cruella DeViper wasn't to be of any help: she had even more of a bloodhungry look in her eyes than the other two did. *Eeek.* Sunhawk looked around him while the two Big Boyes postured, and found a twisted piece of driftwood not so far from where Woundwort and Big Wig circled. He scooped up the branch in his teeth (Mr Executive Branch De-Escalator, coming through) and thrust himself between the two very terrifying Big Daddys, his voice prying between the two of them with a honeyed grin. "Can I interest you in a stick in these trying times?" Hopefully the two of them would realize their egos were bigger than their brains, and would back off.

If they didn't it was likely Sunhawk would turn into an idiot sandwich in no time flat.