Bearclaw Valley Defiant to the end

Merrick's laugh broke the air and pushed them onward. Evien left- and Toad bitterly thought good. This isn't any place for you, you pacifist. What was he becoming? He had never been one for violence- but the spirit of Ursus was growing on him daily, and he could feel the ice in his veins getting colder all the time. 

A dramatic smear of blood in the air as Revui ripped from Valour's grasp, and Toad only watched on, hesitant to throw himself back in. The spotty boy moved beside his leader too, and for a moment there was a standstill in which Toad could attack.

Instead he saw the staggering of Revui, felt the pain that shot through himself- how long would it take for these bastards to get the message they were sending? Toad turned wild green gaze upon Valour, taking a step forward threateningly on heavy paws while the fur along his spine bristled. Another snarl, Fuck off back to where you came from, He hissed fiercely. If there was no move from the either of them, Toad would throw himself to Valour again, seeking his nape and throat with his fangs.