You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in

Their opponents started to trickle in, a good-looking boy headed for Sakana with some familiarity. The next, a raggedy man, coming straight for Wake. A grimace twisted Wake's face, a bit of disgust tugging at his upper lip. "Why'd you get someone cute, and I get a fucking... crypt keeper?" Wake squints as the man approaches, all skin and bones. Diseased or something? Was Hemlock going the biological weapons route?

Closer, and the closest yet-- yup, coming for him. Really, with all the formidable-ass crew they'd brought along, he gets this ol' bag? Rolling his eyes dramatically, Wake dips out of the man's reach. Playing on the edge of his range, a sneer on his lips. "Ew," a snort and a toss of his head, harrying back. Ugh, he's going to have to touch him.

Using his height to his advantage, Wake reaches out with a snarl and a snap. Reaching for the back of the man's head as he flies past, throwing his muzzle and his weight into the creature. Friendly raids mean not holding back, right? What's the raider life if they won't get at least a little rowdy.

WAKE UP