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Defeat
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"Winston. Come. Gotta do some cleanup. Open." He fishes through his backpack for his water bottle and a swab as the growlithe pads over with an inquisitive look. Lowering himself to one knee, he deftly swabs out the inside of Winston's mouth. "Can't get you falling sick over residual snake venom can we?"
From the awkward position, Winston manages an muted whine.
"Stop complaining, you lug." Satisfied that he's cleared out the worst of it, he stuffs the expended swab into a ziplock bag, and slowly helps himself back to his feet with his cane.
The battle to hold an even tone is real as the flush of anger returns, crackling back into existence like a bonfire igniting.
"You. Kid. Self preservation's not a big thing with you huh? Notice snakes don't wear trousers? Good? Good." He gestures angrily at the torn pants leg in the nest. "Where do you think they got that? A PERSON! That's who."
He bites back further vitriol before it can emerge.
"You just got yourself jumped by a pair of Ekans by walking straight into their Arcaeus-damned nest. Alone. Without backup. Think about what would have happened if the Officer and the Doc hadn't shown up. Think."
Ball that anger. Let it go. It is his better part talking now. He exhales slowly.
Letting his shoulders slump, he glances back at Zentus and the officer. "Good call, Doc. Looks like we got here just in time."
Turning to the officer he offers a firm handshake. "Never caught your name, officer. Name's Vincent Lee. Thanks for your help."
Defeat
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"Winston. Come. Gotta do some cleanup. Open." He fishes through his backpack for his water bottle and a swab as the growlithe pads over with an inquisitive look. Lowering himself to one knee, he deftly swabs out the inside of Winston's mouth. "Can't get you falling sick over residual snake venom can we?"
From the awkward position, Winston manages an muted whine.
"Stop complaining, you lug." Satisfied that he's cleared out the worst of it, he stuffs the expended swab into a ziplock bag, and slowly helps himself back to his feet with his cane.
The battle to hold an even tone is real as the flush of anger returns, crackling back into existence like a bonfire igniting.
"You. Kid. Self preservation's not a big thing with you huh? Notice snakes don't wear trousers? Good? Good." He gestures angrily at the torn pants leg in the nest. "Where do you think they got that? A PERSON! That's who."
He bites back further vitriol before it can emerge.
"You just got yourself jumped by a pair of Ekans by walking straight into their Arcaeus-damned nest. Alone. Without backup. Think about what would have happened if the Officer and the Doc hadn't shown up. Think."
Ball that anger. Let it go. It is his better part talking now. He exhales slowly.
Letting his shoulders slump, he glances back at Zentus and the officer. "Good call, Doc. Looks like we got here just in time."
Turning to the officer he offers a firm handshake. "Never caught your name, officer. Name's Vincent Lee. Thanks for your help."
