LOCKE
The swipe connects and he growls in response, fangs where there were none moments before. He hisses, a deep rumbling noise as she slashes back at him. But he's not fast enough, the serrated blade meeting his paw. Just as quickly as it formed, it shifted back, a bleeding human hand in it's place. He shoots her a narrowed gaze as he steps back, pressing his hand into his chest, trying to stop the bleeding.
It's actually not that bad, it just caught him off-guard. He looks down, at the hand clutched to his chest, a grin cracks across his face for a moment. Locke schools his expression before looking up, worry on his face. "I thought we were trainin'.." His voice is shaky, like he might cry. (Or laugh)
A beat passes and he flops backwards into the water. He's dead. Good job Melita, you've killed him.
It's actually not that bad, it just caught him off-guard. He looks down, at the hand clutched to his chest, a grin cracks across his face for a moment. Locke schools his expression before looking up, worry on his face. "I thought we were trainin'.." His voice is shaky, like he might cry. (Or laugh)
A beat passes and he flops backwards into the water. He's dead. Good job Melita, you've killed him.
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
