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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][size=8]The hammer appeared next. Shaky in his maw. He was hesitant for a split second.
    'If you lose sight of the next move...'
    He slammed her side with the blunt side of the tool he usually used for construction.
    'You've already lost the game'
    Time to use the other side. The side you used for tearing out nails. He smashed it down on her tail. Near the middle. It was an attempt to break it. His heart was in his throat now. He was forcing himself to go through with this. He had to survive. He had to live. He refused to take even the smallest chance.


    He conjured the nails next.
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    "YOU TOLD ME TO START STANDING UP FOR MYSELF"
    "YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG"
    "No-Wha?"
    "YOU DO IT LIKE THIS." *DUMPS GASOLINE ON TANGLED*
    "trojan-"
    *lights match*
    "tROJAN NO DON'T-"
    "PYROTECHNIC MOTHAF#CKAAAAA"
    "I THOUGHT YOU CHANGED. I REALLY DID"
    Tangled: *SCREAMING IN AGONY*




    ^ How it would probably go XD

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][size=8]The feline was wearing earmuffs now. He didn't want to damage his eardrums with his next move. He put the nail in between one of her ribs. With a deep breath, it was hammered in with one swing. He placed the next one, doing the same thing. Where her kneecap was. He was shaking now. He put the nail right under the bone, before slamming the nail in. He didn't hear the crack, due to his earmuffs. He quickly lathered his paws in some purell, before getting ready to continue.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][size=8]Next, the gasoline. Seeing her fainted body, he conjured the jug. Pouring it on her knocked out figure. She'd survive. Probably with no fur, but still. He turned his head back to Minx, and blushed a little bit. He'd never been complimented before. "A-All in a days work." Turning back to the colouredclanner, face grim...he lit a match, dropping it on her. Watching as she ignited. There was a puddle pretty damn close. If she could make it..? Then he'd let her live. He was done here. He'd proven his point.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][size=8]Antsy put on a pair of oven mits, slapping some duck-tape on tangles maw, before shoving her little body down the hill they where on. "S-STOP DROP A-AND ROLL!" Aha. That wouldn't do sh!t. Cleaning up his gear, he gave Minx on last smile, before calling it a night. O-Oh sh!t!


    He just realized. She still had his knife!
    The feline ran after Tangled, down the hill. Fishing her body out of the lake, tearing the knife out of her paw before pushing her back in quite gingerly. Now they where done.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][size=8]He didn't know what to say. He was afraid, as usual. What would he do? H-He' d usually run. Run as fast as he could, have nothing to do with this. N-Not this time. "k-kick his a-ass forgiven! w-woohoo! you're totally the man!' he cheered the words silently, almost to quiet to hear. But they where there.


    He'd usually run, usually wouldn't care.
    Not this time.


    bUT HELL. HE'D RUN IF HE PISSED OFF ANYONE FOR THE SILENT CHEERING.
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