Smells Like Teen Spirit! [Raid]

Wade excitedly races across the distance, his cool combat knife brandished and ready to draw blood. His dad is near the front and the boy tries to keep to him as they cross into the enemy’s territory. Fights seem to break out almost immediately and he scans with wide, eager eyes for an opponent… when his pale gaze lands on the imposing figure of dark male. ‘Holy shit. That guy looks tough.’ Loki is quick to point out and Sly is quick to answer, ‘Let’s kick his ass!’ Which, when they put it that way… how can Wade say no?

Kicking off, he charges the male, noting the elongated fangs and… wait, hold up… is that…
‘A fucking battle axe?!’ All three voices (his own included) shout inside his skull at the same time and the boy’s excitement kicks up about twelve notches. Charging at the older male from mostly head on, Wade tucks his head to protect his vitals as he seeks to get right up in their space so that he can try to swing his knife toward their face.

White eyes are ablaze with bloodlust as he goes and they are wide with barely concealed insanity. Wade’s mind screams excitedly as he goes.


"Wade Praetor" 'Think' | | 'Sly' | 'Loki'