<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Vedaa_Joe.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong> Joe (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Q-aqg2Y8RQJG8CwTzELOm8DUiDTjtAlG984nufI67Rc/edit)</strong></span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Vedaa_Joe_3.jpeg)</div>As the wolves whimper and whine in their retreat, Joe straightens up, "Yeah!" He roars at the fleeing foes. As the titan rises a wide grin falls upon his face as the rightful resting place. For one such as he cannot hold to the anger and serious tone for too long. Hahaha! The short bark of laughter shaking off the moments before, the stress and strain.<br/><br/>Pumping both arms high and lowering them into the flexing adonis pose he kisses each bicep in turn. Dancing his pecs beneath his shirt, alternating right and left in turn, he challenges, "Run from these guns!" Again he pumps his fist in victory, his injury forgotten for the moment.<br/><br/>The thought of precaution comes to mind and, smiling, he pulls a pair of baseballs and a bat from the bag. "For fetch, if the puppies should regain their courage." Rolling the two baseballs in his formidable left hand and weilding the bat in the right, he squares up, looking for Doc, his friend. "Are we all right?"<br/><br/>Valerie's curse brought concern from his brow as he seeks aid for her from the others with a gesture.