[Rosso's very little and very light, so he goes down easily; even if Adrian weren't a big cat, he probably would've fallen over anyway. Combat-experienced as he is, though, Rosso at least has the good sense of locking his neck up so that his head doesn't smash into the pavement.
Nearby, the crowd scatters with shrill shouts and expectations that a full-on brawl is about to break out.
Expectedly, Rosso bares his fangs, nails scratching at the pavement below as he makes some attempt to right himself.]
What, gonna chew my face off with your stinky cat mouth?! Try me, punk!
[He might be more threatening if he a) wasn't fucking tiny and b) had an actual weapon on him. Like this, his words are simply empty.]
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Nearby, the crowd scatters with shrill shouts and expectations that a full-on brawl is about to break out.
Expectedly, Rosso bares his fangs, nails scratching at the pavement below as he makes some attempt to right himself.]
What, gonna chew my face off with your stinky cat mouth?! Try me, punk!
[He might be more threatening if he a) wasn't fucking tiny and b) had an actual weapon on him. Like this, his words are simply empty.]