│ 🐾 │ These guys were getting extremely annoying fast.
“Right, this is your last warning. You had better lose yourselves now or else you’ll regret it.”
The guy looked towards his friend, then lifted his head to roar with laughter, ugly cackling echoing through the air. Archer gritted his teeth, feeling Malkia cling onto him tightly. He blindly pawed for his beloved’s hand and he gripped onto it tightly for a few seconds, trying to comfort her. His eyes watched the scrawnier man whip a leather belt threateningly against his hand. He could bet a million moons of his life that they had beaten her senseless in the fights.
“Issit, guv? Is you trying to be big and strong for that bitch over there? What’s a wittle boy like you going to do to us, eh?” The man cackled, whipping out a rusted, chain leash. He gave a rough shove to the blond, causing him to stumble back slightly. “Now, move away from the bitch and you won’t get harmed. We need her a lot more than you need her, okay, little rat?”
You’re much stronger than them. You can get by this without wolfing out.
“I am not letting you take her away. Get. Lost-”
A fist flying in his face abruptly ended whatever sentence he was trying to safe. Archer stumbled back, hands instantly flying to his face as blood began to stream from his nose. He took one look at his bloodied hand, before looking back up at the guy who had attacked him. Oh, these humans were certainly going to regret that.
“Malkia…watch your back. I’m going to teach them a lesson.”
Without hesitation, he grabbed the scrawnier guy by the collar of his shirt to hold him, before kicking him straight in the shins.
Malkia was hiding behind Archer almost fully now, eyes hardly peaking over his shoulder to look at the men any longer. She didn't want to see them, didn't want to remember what they'd done to her, how they made her fight, after the fights... and hearing that rusty old chain- the one she knew was that special leash they used to haul her into the ring most days- Malkia coward back even further. The only think really still keeping her together was how Zach reached back to hold her hand. His touch was reassuring... she knew he'd never let them take her: they would never be separated like that again.
However, when Archer was knocked back a little with that alarming punch, Mal couldn't help but yelp at it herself. Stumbling back with him, though making sure to catch him in case he were to trip or any such thing, her palms resting against his back for safety. Those guys were attacking him now, all 'cause they wanted her... she didn't want that!
But- could she really stop Archer from fighting for her?
Not even she wanted to leave with them again. But to see him get hurt...
-- No, he was way stronger than these pigs. Mal was too - just...
there was too much damage.
The scrawnier guy was a little taken back when the rat of a male grabbed him by the collar, though he did give him a nice big grin, laughing as if 'what can this guy do'. Though, when he got kicked in the shins, he did wince a little. Stumbling back just enough to lean his legs away from the man.
"Why you lil' bastard- lemme teach'ya a lesson too then!"
With a crooked smile, the non-bathed individual pulled his hand back, and whipped out that bloodied belt to lash at Archer's side, wanting the pain to strike him enough to release him. Malkia sure did wince when she saw the belt make contact, moving towards Zach a lil' more as if wanting to help- but the site of that other guy with the leash kept her at bay, not wanting to go anywhere near it.
Why was she such a coward-!
"We're takin' ya lil' doggy and ya can't do shit'about it! Now heel, boy!"
The man joked with his doggy like lingo, totally unaware of Zach's affiliation with the wolf-side as well. He just only knew dog slang, runnin' a fighting rink. And, he even lashed out with that belt again at Archer, in case the first one didn't quite send a good message past his hoodie.
