getting them big boy muscles

Positively electric as he comes to life, the boy is already enjoying himself. Keeping low to the ground, shoulders bowed forward, quills on end. A deeply menacing look in his eye as he picks up speed toward the boy, eager to meet him instead of stand still. Once the boy was within range, Davey hit the spring on his axe, the flail becoming apparent only then. With a jerk and a slash, he strikes with it. Brutal, unnecessarily so for a child of his age. But that's the fun in it, right?

Though he takes the hit to his scruff, Davey trusts the porcupine quills that cover the area. Maybe too much, as he flexes and wrenches free, an attempt to stab the boy on his way out. The boy keeps low, remains nimble, unblinking gaze fixed on his opponent as he tries to read what would come next.

"speech"