One moment Amos had been flapping on by on slightly unsteady wings to wrench a sword from the mud, acquire a new weapon, fuck over its owner in the process. He's earned this, hasn't he? He may not be a good person, but he tries his best. He's trying to get the win for Zenith. Set already took something of his, and now sometimes he ends up with bear ears and a tail for it. What the fuck did he do?
The next moment, something is whizzing right by him, a far more practised flyer claiming his prize from out of nowhere and leaving Amos to just hover there stupidly as he looks up at what just happened. Who that was.
Amos' eyes narrow in turn, recognizing Dokja. And it's this shit again, huh? Just like that? ]
The fuck you will.
[ It comes out as something of a snarl, teeth unexpectedly pointier than they were a moment ago, as bear ears once again begin to make themselves known on top of Amos' head, wiggling their way out from under his hair to match Dokja's horns just because.
And then Amos is taking off once again, flying up after Dokja, gun drawn and shooting at him to get him to drop the sword. To get him to drop entirely, too, if he can. ]
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One moment Amos had been flapping on by on slightly unsteady wings to wrench a sword from the mud, acquire a new weapon, fuck over its owner in the process. He's earned this, hasn't he? He may not be a good person, but he tries his best. He's trying to get the win for Zenith. Set already took something of his, and now sometimes he ends up with bear ears and a tail for it. What the fuck did he do?
The next moment, something is whizzing right by him, a far more practised flyer claiming his prize from out of nowhere and leaving Amos to just hover there stupidly as he looks up at what just happened. Who that was.
Amos' eyes narrow in turn, recognizing Dokja. And it's this shit again, huh? Just like that? ]
The fuck you will.
[ It comes out as something of a snarl, teeth unexpectedly pointier than they were a moment ago, as bear ears once again begin to make themselves known on top of Amos' head, wiggling their way out from under his hair
to match Dokja's hornsjust because.And then Amos is taking off once again, flying up after Dokja, gun drawn and shooting at him to get him to drop the sword. To get him to drop entirely, too, if he can. ]