Tsume grimaced as he's tossed forward, the scruff of his neck coming alive with sharp pinpricks of pain. He hated being touched, especially against his will, and the three equine's talk of "enjoying" him where not helping his sour mood. He turned on his side, identifying the boon-bearer immediatly. He seemed to be fairly incapacitated.<br/><br/>He could take the three of them out, easily, but . . .maybe not yet. He wasn't so willing to allow himself to be . . .used . . .like that again. Not if he didn't have to.<br/><br/>"I'm warning you, Equines," he said, trying to scoot away from the two towering over him, "he's not the only one with a boon." He pointed at the headached equine, his teeth gritted. He doubted it would make much difference, though. Many people claimed to have Boons, just to better protect themselves. Chances are, he'd have to fight. If he didn't want to be filled with equine thug-cock.