BittyBobcat
Llama hand
Pippu had never been called a smart kid. Maybe he got told he 'had potential' if he was lucky, but that would always be followed up with 'he just doesn't put enough thought into his actions' (or one of it's many variations). He was starting to think that maybe they had a point because he hadn't considered the fact that 'guy who is really good at ranged attacks' and 'kid who's best defense is being spikey' probably wasn't a good matchup for him until now.
The good news was that he didn't have to worry about stopping to think when a fucking flying avalanche started shooting toward him. His legs, thankfully, moved with a mind of their own as he crouched behind one of the remaining spikes poking out of the earth like a claw reaching for its next victim—affording him some amount of cover (aside from his tail, which he only remembered to tuck in with him once one of the pebbles smacked into it with enough force to leave the sprats cackling, "That'll leave a mark.").
"Yeah, yeah." He tapped, each syllable grinding frustratedly off the ends of his spines. "Maybe you two should be the ones avoiding the fucking homemade avalanche next time."
As it turned out, neither of them would be. Not directly, at least.
"It's better than waiting." He shrugged, already folding back the spikes on the middle section of his back to leave room for a passenger. "Just try not to get stabbed, yeah?" His tail uncurled slightly, the quills on it standing on edge to provide a foothold. The sprats on his shoulders chirped curiously, eyeing their new acquaintance with excitement.
"No biting," Pip clicked with the end of his tail.
The good news was that he didn't have to worry about stopping to think when a fucking flying avalanche started shooting toward him. His legs, thankfully, moved with a mind of their own as he crouched behind one of the remaining spikes poking out of the earth like a claw reaching for its next victim—affording him some amount of cover (aside from his tail, which he only remembered to tuck in with him once one of the pebbles smacked into it with enough force to leave the sprats cackling, "That'll leave a mark.").
"Yeah, yeah." He tapped, each syllable grinding frustratedly off the ends of his spines. "Maybe you two should be the ones avoiding the fucking homemade avalanche next time."
As it turned out, neither of them would be. Not directly, at least.
"It's better than waiting." He shrugged, already folding back the spikes on the middle section of his back to leave room for a passenger. "Just try not to get stabbed, yeah?" His tail uncurled slightly, the quills on it standing on edge to provide a foothold. The sprats on his shoulders chirped curiously, eyeing their new acquaintance with excitement.
"No biting," Pip clicked with the end of his tail.