Welcome to Gaia! ::

::Trying to be as much of a muscular badass as he can be, he flips a few chairs out of the way and gave his most intimidating look at Lahnie.::

You tellin' me what to do, ya long haired sissy?!

YOU LIMEY FUZZY TWIT!!

::That was about all he said before 8 chairs were in hand and in the air. Granted the chairs were wooden, but they still were present and all 8 flew into the tiny kitchen space Lahnie was currently trapped/ cooking in. Hachi, was angry.::

And I dont need no limey fuzz ball tell'n me--.

::Hachi turns to face the rather large Lahnie, even as he's speaking. His teeth grinding, as he opens his mouth to reveal the rack of fangs in his mouth. It was something like what you might expect to see in a shark, several rows of teeth that slide up a bit as he talks.

Without chairs in the way the lower half of his body was quite visible, that being the set of black lock pants which draped down from his exposed and waist. And which seemed to cover the majority of his foot leaving only his sandals exposed and the very long toes which seemed to extend from those.

He hadnt paused in his sentence. He turned as he was speaking and two of his 8 arms to his right decided to up the scale as they flew for a table and without a blink of warning chucked it at Lanhie like a rather large 6ft round frisbie flying horizontally toward Lanhie's chest. As he threw it, he could be heard shouting.::

---WHAT TO DO!!

::There were options and a brawler such as Hachi had wieghted them when he saw the fuzzy man catch the table. There was the option of catching it again, blocking it or...

Ducking. And Hachi did just that, he and 6 of his arms hit the ground like you might expect a spider to. The problem now, for Lanhie, was that he couldnt see Hachi...Hachi was under a table, and it was unlikely he could see through tables. Granted, the table would only be over him for a split second, but that what all the time he needed. He ducked, and launching himself off of both legs and 6 arms he lunged forward at Lanhie aiming to hit him like you might see a football player hit one of those practice dummys and tackle him back to the nearest wall. All of 4 feet back...a step or so. This would involve of course smacking into Lanhie just at the waist, lifting up a few feet off the ground and taking two steps forward.

Hachi wasnt so much of a pushover. In the great Drunk Dock Incident the captain refuses to talk about, this very AirShip was parked...4 feet from the actual dock, thusly flooding the engines stranding the ship. It was Hachi who managed to swim and push the boat to shore, and through a great strain that blew had him sitting in the lap of luxury for the next week...he managed to hoist the giant air ship onto the dock. By "great strain" of course we mean that he groaned and moaned so as to ham it up for the ladies.

He was alot stronger than he looked. A simple slam into the wall wasnt too hard.::

::Air!

8 Arms grab...air. He watches as he sees the large body was reaching for shift and collapse into a little wolf, the b*****d then lands on the table and skids away.::

GRAAAAAHH!!

::Needless to say, Hachi was pissed, he turned around with teeth growling and face filled with rage and pointed at the little wolf lanhie with angry gushing from his being.::

STAND STILL YOU MUTT!!

::He had enough. His feet stomped, his teeth gritted, his fists (all eight) clenched and unclenched. And he made hjs way to Lanhie. Not running, just stepping, very angry steps.::

::Finally! An attack work waiting for! Thank Gaia its a big crew or Hachi would be out of weapons. He's been in enough fights with enough big thinks to know you dont let them bite you, or bad things can happen.

As the little wolf went airborne Hachi immediately recognized that he surrendered freedom of motion. Without wings you cant change direction in mid air. Lanhie was now a flying baseball. Hachi needed a bat. Thankfully for him, he was a bat.

All eight arms reache forward slapping together and spiralling around each other making what looked like one giant flesh arm. It wasnt really fused, but it looked like it. The rest was a matter of timing. Lanhie was moving fast, even for Hachi's speed the wolf was flying.

Lanhie's right claw tasted flesh, but only just as Hachi swung with his massive bat of an arm, in one massive whipcrack at Lanhie's exposed side. If his aim was right that should send the wolf flying directly into the kitchen, and into the hot stove and pointy objects that filled that room. That small window could not stand up to 3/4's of a ton, but Hachi was thankfull that with all 8 arms he could toss a car, so smacking this wolf wouldnt be very hard.

As for the claw that sunk into Hachi, it would rip a clean chunk of his flesh clean out. It was unlikely Lanhie would let go when he flew. And of forms Hachi had seen none of them seemed like they would grant Lanhie the room or speed to move.::

::Hachi's reaction showed shock before any expression of pain. Inside he really kicked himself for not thinking about that possibility before swinging. But then again, Hachi wasnt know for his fore-thought. Next came the realization of how cool those scars would look. He could tell the ladies he was mauled by a bear and sent it flyin' but it messed up his arms good. Lastly came pain.

This was less of a scream of pain, and less of a shriek. And more of a "GOD DAMN THAT STINGS!". Though he didnt say that his face sure did, and the fact that he kicked a piece of wreckage as 4 mostly un-injured arms tried to nurse the four shredded ones.

Yet they werent truly shredded, it wasnt that bone and sinew were torn. It was just the give of the flesh. Lanhie would have torn through him the same way the Black Chef's teeth tear through sushi. No resistance, just flow. It was less that his arms were shredded and more like shanks of flesh had been torn off and were still dangling from Lanhie's claws. It was like cutting jello of sorts and yet not. Strangely a black inky substance came from the wound instead of blood. And Hachi did his best to play it off as he gave Lanhie a stiff look and shouted back at him..::

That all you got, mutt?!

::And he started at him once more. Not a run, another steady attempt a badass walk at Lanhie's face.::