the law ain't never been a friend of mine

One more. He could do one more. Armando stood up on his hind legs and stretched his front paws up to the sky. He then adjusted the strap on his helmet - damn thing kept cutting into his chin - and threw off the bracers that had been strapped to his forearms. Those things were utter garbage. He got why big predators liked them. In a grappling situation they were pretty helpful. But he wasn't exactly made for grappling wolves, was he? Hell no. So that accessory was out. He'd have to try on another.

Armando shook his head and then rubbed his temple in the hopes of chasing away a headache. It was the helmets fault. While it certainly was a useful thing - no predator would be biting off his noggin while he was wearing it - it sat uncomfortably on his ears. Thankfully he didn't have to wear it much longer.

For the last time today Armando let out a challenging shriek.