Boys Will Be Boys, And Men Will Be Men...

[Passionate Shadow]

Jett shook his head from where he was seated "You wouldn't be able to if you tried." he said calmly making no move as the other began to advance on him. "Behave little *boy*; you better put that down before you can hold your ground." These were some mighty words from such a smaller looking opponent. Jett wasn't human like his partner; no his size only told lies of his strength. the truth was he was actually the dominate of the two. Quite sure , and quite brave he could be easily mistaken for a young cocky human whelp as he kept his ground. Jet pulled back some of the dark inky hair revealing a sharp pointed ear that was twitching as it listened to the many hidden sounds that the other most likely couldn't hear.

[Croup]

"Eh?" Angus paused in confusion at Jett's brave words, but then guffawed heartily. "Call me a boy, will you! From where I'm standing, the only boy around here is yourself. Better be careful whelp, or I'll pull your pants down and give you a stern spanking on top of taking your money." He shook his head in amusement, before suddenly charging straight at the other man, intent on knocking him out to join his partner.

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Jet hopped to his feet and waited for the perfect moment to leap over the other letting him run in to the truck. Ss he landed he turned on his heel "I should like to see that." he said with a chuckle. Jett was pretty dam fast. "Tch... I'm probably old enough to be your father." Jett mocked though by human standards he barely looked eighteen. He chcukeled lightly as he took a stepp back wards as he removed his heavy claok letting it fall to the sand with a thud. "Why don't you just bend over now and take your licking like a good little kid?" he smirked watching the other.

Red slurred slightly "Be carefull runt." he called before slowly falling to his knees and then in to the warm sand as the druggs fully took affect on him. litteraly falling dead a sleep.

[Croup]

"Fast little bugger, aren't you?" Angus asked, nursing his jaw. He got back to his feet and stretched out his arms, clenching two powerful fists. "You're an elf, aren't you? Don't get too many of your kind around these parts. Alright, that's decided it then. I'm going to whoop you so hard, your kids will still be feeling it when they get to your age!"

He prepared to charge again, but in reality he was only trying to keep Jett's attention fixed on himself. From behind the lad, Raz was creeping up. Well, creeping as best a muscle-bound Minotaur in a loin-cloth could, anyway. At Angus' signal, Raz tried to grab the elf in his big arms.

[Passionate Shadow]

The long sharp ears twitched back and he back kicked Raz in the crotch as hard as he could nailing him right square where the sun don't shine. He had easily used the momentum to duck under Angus'es own legs; hooking a foot around his ankle and shoving his boot on his ass pushing him in to his fuzzy friend before springing to his feet once more. "An elf ? Hardly." Jett was begining to enoy him self. Though he would have a bit of difficultly handeling two guys... if anouther came along he'd be toast for sure.

[Croup]

"OooOOOH!" Raz groaned as his most precious goods of all were hit quite fiercely, he double over in pain, clutching his groin. A second later Angus joined him and their big chests slapped together.

"Elf or not, this boy's making a fool of us," Angus growled, blood boiling in rage at that humiliating kick to the ass.

"Let me at him, he'll be mincemeat," Raz said, his bull's nose snorting with anger. He was able to stand up straight again with considerable effort.

Angus nodded. "Get him!" he yelled, and they both lunged.

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Jett's ears perked up and he turned tail bolting. he easily cleared the truck like Mobil and hopped in to the wagon next to it before scaling up to the roof. "Fucker better wake the hell up soon." He muttered to himself tossing a glance to his partner as he with drew two butterfly swords from his pants that had been hidden he took up a defensive stance planning to use this new elivation to his advantage.

[Croup]

Raz clambered up there too, hauling his big frame to the top where he stood in a face-off with the sword-wielding Jett.

"I wouldn't count on your buddy waking up any time soon," Angus called up. "I tested the stuff on Raz here once, and cowface didn't wake up for three days!"

"That sucked," rumbled Raz.

Smirking, the minotaur hold out a hand and caught a large battle-axe that Angus threw up to him. The two worked well together from pulling many hustle jobs like this one in the past. Raz brandished the axe threateningly at Jett, obviously proficient in it's use.

"Just give up now and we won't hurt you . . . much," Raz said. His voice sounded deep, like it was coming from a cave, or a mine.

"Yeah, ye can't run forever . . . " Angus called up to him while he circled around to block escape from the truck's rear.

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Jett blocked the attack. "Jeeze..." he breathed pushing off as he made his way around as they faught. he soon gave Raz another cheap shot and took to running once more.He slid to a hault almost falling as he swung the back door open to the seconed car like vihical and a hopped in and quickly as he could started to load the make shift rifel he had made long a go. He only hopped he could load it and cock the metal contraption in time. Jett wasn't much of a fighter if it were two on one. "I fucking swear... next time I pick the god dammed town." he growled to him self from his hidden spot in the car he glanced up through the cloth that barely allowed light in to see if either had caught up yet.

[Croup]

But Jett was looking out the wrong window. Before he could turn the weapon around, Angus had opened up the other door and yanked the smaller man out of the truck. Looking at the rifle in some puzzlemnt, Angus shrugged and dropped it to the ground. Then he hauled Jett over his lap. "This!" he said, suddenly spanking all over the struggling seat of the guy's pants, "-is for making me work up a sweat!"

"Give it to him good, Angus . . . " Raz said, cradling his balls again.