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The cute patterned one seemed to possibly be into what he was laying down, though the other told him to shut up on no uncertain terms.  Sheeesh, frigid and uptight.    Nothing wrong with enjoying a compliment, sweetheart, he thought.  But if she wasn't interested, he'd lay it on double for her friend.

Zane paid no attention to what Warlock was saying.  He was too busy trying to catch Sequoia's attention... and missed Mahler's attack completely.  The man was no warrior.  He folded under the other leader's assault like cardboard.  Jaws caught his muzzle and shoved his face down into the ground, and Mahler's motion aggrivated the wounds that were still there from his previous encounter.

Wh...f....  Zane tried to voice his outrage, but the sounds that left his clamped muzzle were more pained and panicked whine than actual words.  He shoved straight at Mahler and sought to tear his muzzle from the man's jaws with his forepaws, pushing and clawing to get free.