Re: Wildcat IV vs. Wildcat II
Warhawk hopes he can pull this save off before Faux-Mom can stab him in the back. He runs toward Cat, hefting his mace over his head.
"Cat, quack-quack!" he yells, reminding her of the sparring drill they used to do when they were younger. When someone yelled quack, they both knew what that meant.
"Playing through!" Warhawk yells as he swings his mace at the back of the other Wildcat's skull with all the force he can muster.
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