<div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Woods<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: All<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Like, what the fuck? What the fucking fuck?"</strong><br/><br/>Sam would like to say that when he was handed the stick he had leapt valiantly into battle, lashing all around with him the branch, clattering whatever the hell it was those things were, a magnificent warrior of virtue and bravery driving back these beasts with every stroke, leaving none in his wake.<br/><br/>Of course, that wasn't true.<br/><br/>What had actually happened was he'd screamed and he'd stood there. His legs were rooted to the ground, his muscles somewhere between frozen and completely limp, unable to do anything, unable to move, unable to even follow the eminently sensible decision to run the fuck away. No, he'd just stood there and watched open mouthed as the whole fight happened. Sam wasn't used to fights... and even the ones he had seen normally involved bouncers quickly throwing whoever the offending party was out on their ass. They didn't involve life and death brawls in the woods, threats of people being made freaking "sex kittens" and stabbing people in the heart with god damn pieces of wood. And those people then exploding. Exploding! What the fuck was that? Sam was half-tempted to think that someone had cut his coke badly... but he trusted the man who had dealt it to him too much for that. No, those people really had fucking exploded. Exploded! Ex-fucking-sploded! Into a pile of fucking dust!<br/><br/>And then the fucking wolf-thing had ripped one of them apart and he'd screamed again.<br/><br/>And then the short girl was looking like she was about to stab the older girl.<br/><br/>Did I say how those fucking things EXPLODED!<br/><br/><strong>"Like seriously... what the fuck? What the fuck?"</strong>