".....Then I'm gone either way...."
He sighed
"Fine then."
He walked through the gates-and damn near immediately they slammed shut behind him, seemingly by magic-He jumped and let out a small yelp.
"HF-NO-ENOUGH OF THIS!!"
Something inside him just-snapped. He had been through horrible shit all day, practically tortured, and he was-DONE. So you know what, fuck this shit he was going down swinging.
"It was bad enough when I had to deal with the insane bloodsuckers-I am NOT going to give in to a bunch of oversized stray dogs!!"
And with that, he threw off the stupid ass jacket Ms. Milkers had put him in and just started punching the shit out of the Lycans-obviously he wasn't winninggg-but he WAS putting up a hell of a fight. It looked like an insanely intense tavern brawl out there.
..And suddenly.. There was a bit of a leather clap.. (dull I suppose).. as a bit of a laugh.. or scoff, was heard from up above.. he was heeeeerreee~
“Ohohohoo, bravo! Bravooo, your the first to finally survive my Lycans! Everyone human is just pathetic, you? Finally gives some entertainment! Here, for being such a good show, take this. I’m sure you’ll have more use for it than I.”
Whoever was talking from above, threw down what seemed like a hand gun.. imagine Ethan’s, just a bit more modified.