Smells Like Teen Spirit! [Raid]

The youth is too inexperienced and, honestly, too hellbent on being aggressive to realize just how obvious his attack his. The man rounds on him, raising that kickass battleax to meet the steel of his knife. The loud clang that fills the air is nothing compared to the rattling in his head that the vibration of steel meeting steel sends through him. It almost causes him to drop his combat knife but he manages to hold onto it… until a small form darts underneath him and delivers a series of painful bites to his chest.

Jumping backward, his maw drops open as he yelps his surprise and the knife tumbles uselessly to the ground. ‘Well, that was a big mistake.’ Sly dryly drolls as the man in front of him sets his defenses and readies to attack. ‘Shut the fuck up Sly. I don’t see you doing anything to help!’ Wade sharply retorts in his head, brows furrowing as his pale gaze flicks from the male with the battleaxe to the downed knife in the dried grass.

‘He does realize that we are part of him… right?’ Loki questions but Wade is too busy to answer back. Long legs push him toward the combat knife as the dark male swings his ax and he is forced to duck underneath the blade to retrieve his blade. Jaws close around the hilt and he throws his body down so he can safely roll away from the arch of the attack. Popping back up onto his paws within the space of a heartbeat he grins around the handle in his maw.

Lunging back into fray, Wade seeks to try and sink the serrated blade deep into the man’s shoulder and rip it back out at an odd angle to leave him with a nice little reminder of this fight. ‘Don’t drop it this time.’ Sly bemused pipes up. ‘Shut the fuck up.’ Is all Wade has to say to that.


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