It takes him a second to realise it wasn't a really weak punch from someone else that hit the back of his head. It was a rock, little one at that, followed by another and another and whoa it's raining pebbles. Is bam-bam going to come join in on the fun or?
Whatever. Dave is sure as hell not going to complain that much since he just needs to take a sidestep and have the guys have fun in their bonkkake and have a bit of comeuppance for being a pair of dickweeds that needed to be wedded out by the weediest weeder who ever wedded and that's going to be him now, thanks.
He's not supposed to use his flashstep so much in public but then again Chip and Dale over here aren't supposed to cause a ruckus and try to beat his ass into the ground and they're still trying to. Using the flying rocks as an advantage, he quickly moves around them and borrows someone's glittery parade stick. It'll have to do since he can't haul his shitty sword around and finds it has just as a satisfying THWACK sound to hit when he hits Chip across the back.
Looks like Chip's been skipping leg day with how quick he is to reel into Dale, smashing into each other like a wrecking ball. Look, man, he never meant to start a war, he just wanted to let Nic Cage in. Maybe instead of using force, he should have let them win.
… Nah.
"Thanks," he said aloud as he braces himself with the parade stick in front of him, stance taut and ready for a hoedown. Either someone is helping him out and he can't see them or maybe there is a god out there since there are real life furries running around the town. "Didn't think I'll get help but guess I owe you a solid. An I.O.U from me to you with a dash of a thanks and fist bump if you're up to that sort of thing."
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Whatever. Dave is sure as hell not going to complain that much since he just needs to take a sidestep and have the guys have fun in their bonkkake and have a bit of comeuppance for being a pair of dickweeds that needed to be wedded out by the weediest weeder who ever wedded and that's going to be him now, thanks.
He's not supposed to use his flashstep so much in public but then again Chip and Dale over here aren't supposed to cause a ruckus and try to beat his ass into the ground and they're still trying to. Using the flying rocks as an advantage, he quickly moves around them and borrows someone's glittery parade stick. It'll have to do since he can't haul his shitty sword around and finds it has just as a satisfying THWACK sound to hit when he hits Chip across the back.
Looks like Chip's been skipping leg day with how quick he is to reel into Dale, smashing into each other like a wrecking ball. Look, man, he never meant to start a war, he just wanted to let Nic Cage in. Maybe instead of using force, he should have let them win.
… Nah.
"Thanks," he said aloud as he braces himself with the parade stick in front of him, stance taut and ready for a hoedown. Either someone is helping him out and he can't see them or maybe there is a god out there since there are real life furries running around the town. "Didn't think I'll get help but guess I owe you a solid. An I.O.U from me to you with a dash of a thanks and fist bump if you're up to that sort of thing."