Subject:  OOC: AUTOHIT! I am going to assume that you threw the javelin at him, but not that you hit him. BIC: ** Turns as the otter steps out of the underbrush. He moves his tail away, though the javelin grazes his tail and makes a narrow cut which drips a little bit of odd, royal blue blood. He stares at the otter, looking into it's eyes.** " Get away, rivermongrel. Thissssssssssss isssssssssssss between Picket and I. You were not at the fort when picket insssssssssssssssulted my kind and my friendssssssssssss. It issssssssss none of your busssssssssssinesssssssssssss. |
