the mouse dodged his attack with a surpisingly ease but forced to retreat slightly, ''he still got plenty of energy, sarge''.<br/><br/>the white hare looked at the brown hare, pinned by the taur, he's gona need some body bags at this rate.<br/><br/>pulling out his 9in combat knife and dropping his p90. he was either suicidal or nails as fuck as he tackled the taur to the ground, putting the taur in a head lock, knife that its thoat, ''i'll ask again, spit her out,'' he beleved it was deas in there.