The mob is starting to dispurse, being driven off by the gang of unruly children. All of the sharp teeth, claws, gnashing and snapping... yeah, Mercy was pretty sure they looked like a whole lot of not worth it. But for the kids? Well, their playthings were starting to fade away. Petulant, she snaps at another ankle, the same way she'd seen her not-siblings do. Another pig goes flying off toward the borders.
Though one still stared down her brother-- fuck yeah. Throwing herself after the beast, teeth first, Mercy makes a run at the old boar. Springing up on her hind legs before crashing down with a pounce, they have at least one left to play with-- er, fight. Yeah. Fight. She's totally not playing with her opponents, who're you talking about?
