<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Mallory only growled in response to Blake's question. She was absolutely considering keeping the entire, delicious bird for her. And she would have done it, if not for the desperate tone of the starving teenager that made the door to her conscience creak open, just a sliver. Still holding onto the bird, she bent over and reached for the nearest stone to hurl at the man who was holding her best friend down. Mallory snarled, bits of chicken and globs of greasy spittle flying from her mouth, looking every bit the wild animal she almost was. The stone hit the man with a satisfying thud, giving Blake enough time to slip away from him like a wet bar of soap. Unfortunately, it also attracted the attention of his brutish friend, who turned to Mallory with a vicious grimace that matched her own - and a metal rod that looked like it had bashed in one or twelve skulls in its time.<br/><br/>She froze, eyes searching frantically for more rocks she could throw, but nothing but pebbles appeared within her sight. She shot a quick glance downward at the biggest throwable object she could find. The chicken. <span style="font-style: italic">Fuck no.</span> One step backwards, then another. There was no escape. Mallory's brown eyes widened in fear. He was going to steal her hard-earned food and beat her up in the process, there was no doubt about it. She shrieked as he raised the hand holding the rod, but the blow never came. Instead, a handful of dung sailed elegantly through the air and splattered beautifully on the man's cheek. Mallory risked a peek behind him. Relief was an understatement of what she felt as she saw the back of Blake disappear into the distance faster than she had ever thought him capable of.<br/><br/>The now insanely furious man set after him, and Mal, after a moment of making her legs stop shaking, followed. Blake had saved her so many times already. The least she could do was try to keep up.</div></div>