i try warning myself

Davey springs to life, allowing the axe head on his flail to come fully unraveled. A vicious glimmer in his eyes, already swinging. Darting toward the beast and waving the weapon, it's unwieldy but it packs a punch. More than a punch. Already making contact with the bear's shoulder, Davey is having an excellent time.

"The fuck?" Squinting at the weasel that was trying to address him, realizing now there's another boy coming to help. "Why the fuck would I run? You run, pussy." Davey speaks around the axe handle, happily hopping on his Lizzie Borden bullshit. Get axe murdered, stupid bear. That would show the predator, clearly.

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