Were they really planning to--he peeks round the corner again. The mob have gotten smaller but there are still far too many of them. Even that cold look in Vash's eyes and the equally frigid tone in his voice doesn't quite fill him with confidence.
He ducks behind the wall again. Oh, he hates having to do this, it's so undignified.... But he can't let this stand. He takes a couple breaths.
An instant later he bursts out of hiding at a run and leaps. One foot slams into the leader's head, and Azwel's momentum carries him forward, leaving the man in a groaning heap as they tumble to the ground. Azwel snaps to his feet an instant later, and he is quite the sight, hair puffed out and ears pushed back, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. The next person to step forward gets clawed in the blink of an eye, a blow that draws blood but still leaves him standing.
He knows he's getting himself in a tonne of trouble, but he couldn't walk away.
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He ducks behind the wall again. Oh, he hates having to do this, it's so undignified.... But he can't let this stand. He takes a couple breaths.
An instant later he bursts out of hiding at a run and leaps. One foot slams into the leader's head, and Azwel's momentum carries him forward, leaving the man in a groaning heap as they tumble to the ground. Azwel snaps to his feet an instant later, and he is quite the sight, hair puffed out and ears pushed back, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. The next person to step forward gets clawed in the blink of an eye, a blow that draws blood but still leaves him standing.
He knows he's getting himself in a tonne of trouble, but he couldn't walk away.