Not knowing what kind of ring Bart is going to give him or how it corresponds to helping him set up a clinic, Fox wisely opts for silence on the matter, giving little more than an agreeable nod. Besides, there's something much more interesting to deal with now, and his eyes narrow at the sight of pointed noses poking up from the surface of the water like periscopes. "A little longer," he whispers, as the first of several fat ROUS swim to the shore to partake in the meaty offerings.
Only once they're all not-so-safely on land does the hunter spring his trap, which just so happens to come in the form of shifting into a hulking great dog-like-thing. A fyrhund is still canine enough in appearance to get the point across to the ROUS, but as Fox unhinges his jaw and lets loose a plume of fire, among the scent of burning fur and furious squeaking, he gets the distinct impression that the rats hadn't encountered anything like that before.
A couple of them are incinerated instantly; a couple more go for the water, but some scatter, singed and angry, right into the path of Bart and his conveniently sharpened stick.
Only once they're all not-so-safely on land does the hunter spring his trap, which just so happens to come in the form of shifting into a hulking great dog-like-thing. A fyrhund is still canine enough in appearance to get the point across to the ROUS, but as Fox unhinges his jaw and lets loose a plume of fire, among the scent of burning fur and furious squeaking, he gets the distinct impression that the rats hadn't encountered anything like that before.
A couple of them are incinerated instantly; a couple more go for the water, but some scatter, singed and angry, right into the path of Bart and his conveniently sharpened stick.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
