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He was unsure of what was happening, remaining still and not pursuing the wolfman any further. Jean knew better than to entice something cursed with far more horrifying mutations.
The sudden screech of countless explosions of some sort made Jean flinch with a scream. "What's that, what was that, Chris?!" He turned, not wanting to find out. Jean concentrated his thoughts and closed his eyes the way an elderly basajaun would do in meditation. As soon as he was ready, the elder forced his head through the wall before him, charging through an array of grime and guck as he made his way out of the room, trampling the cheap wall beneath his feet.
Jean grunted, sprinting through the crowd and spiraling into the stomach of an oblivious patron. The scaly gentleman's stomach made crunching noises as it collided with the basajaun's firm forehead. They both collapsed on the floor, the reptilian spilling it's drink and breaking the glass on it's assaulter's head instead. "You lookin' for a fight, ssssshithead?!" Jean saw red, oozing down his own face and spilling out of the yelling lizard's mouth. The slithering of it's tongue flicked the crimson everywhere. "Who's this geezer, Stick?" A breathy voice resounded from above them. Before Jean could look up, Stick's friend pummeled a hoof into his hairy face.
The reptilian man got onto it's feet and began to violently kick Jean's stomach, his hoofed friend aiding him in the brutality. The old man said nothing, lost in a painful trance.
The sudden screech of countless explosions of some sort made Jean flinch with a scream. "What's that, what was that, Chris?!" He turned, not wanting to find out. Jean concentrated his thoughts and closed his eyes the way an elderly basajaun would do in meditation. As soon as he was ready, the elder forced his head through the wall before him, charging through an array of grime and guck as he made his way out of the room, trampling the cheap wall beneath his feet.
Jean grunted, sprinting through the crowd and spiraling into the stomach of an oblivious patron. The scaly gentleman's stomach made crunching noises as it collided with the basajaun's firm forehead. They both collapsed on the floor, the reptilian spilling it's drink and breaking the glass on it's assaulter's head instead. "You lookin' for a fight, ssssshithead?!" Jean saw red, oozing down his own face and spilling out of the yelling lizard's mouth. The slithering of it's tongue flicked the crimson everywhere. "Who's this geezer, Stick?" A breathy voice resounded from above them. Before Jean could look up, Stick's friend pummeled a hoof into his hairy face.
The reptilian man got onto it's feet and began to violently kick Jean's stomach, his hoofed friend aiding him in the brutality. The old man said nothing, lost in a painful trance.