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Tsurai pushed himself to his knees.
"Oh, alpha, huh? Makes you think like you're a packa wolves." Now he was standing up, and all went down his legs.
The one time he forgot about his a**, and he had to stand up. Brilliant.

Tsurai's face turned white.
With a hmph, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked all mighty, trying to cover up his embarrassment, even though he knew nobody could see anything.
"Maybe, if you weren't so damned Big, you wouldn't have a problem. The v****a's only like. What? 3 inches? OH WAIT. You don't do girls!" He mocked, laughing.

Then the laugh went into a groan where he held his face with a hand, "I am so dead..." he muttered. More to himself, then to Isiah.

Honestly, he was waiting, asking, to be beaten up, now.

As if he weren't jealous and self-concious enough.

"I'm sure. 'Cause you probably broke a few bones what with your humungus ball of metal you call a piercing," he grunted, referring to a certain Prince Albert.

Tsurai couldn't stop himself. He always got this way when he was insulted somehow. And gravity making his a** worse? Well. It couldn't get any worse. What with the huge burnt slash mark on his face and the blood dripping down his legs and wearing two pairs of pants, noting short of scalping could make Tsurai's position worse.

"Well I couldn't help it, the thing's so ******** big it has it's own ******** climate!"

He glared at Isiah. "I may be the one with the a** bleed but we BOTH know which one of us is the f*****t," he warned.

Tsurai's whole body shook with anger. Boys not out of the closet, extra stimulation.
Argh. Not that Tsurai cared about sex, anyway. He only had it once. The memory scarred him so much he never did anything pass kiss again.

"What... Did you say..?" Tsurai forced, his hands going into fists.
He was straight. Maybe asexual. But Tsurai didn't know that term, so to him he was straight. He didn't look at men.
So to have someone accusing him of doing it was just god awful.

That dog came out in him again.
If he knew the term, he'd probably be a therianthrope. A doberman who's eyes had flames in them and made the growling bark before rushing at Isiah, right fist aimed for face.

And if that didn't work, there was a back-up knee to go for that obscurely large d**k of Isiah's.

Tsurai was kneeling, and now wincing because of stretching certain muscles that... Were already injured... But regardless of that, while he hissed from a** pain, his hands went for Isiah's throat.
The Denzien's neck was thick, and hard to squeeze. So Tsurai took a different approach.

He let his right hand grab Isiah's face, thumb and fingers on opposing temples, covering the man's eyes, while left hand raised for a punch to the man's throat, instead.

That would put Isiah out cold, considering how Tsurai's knee was still on Mr. Albert.

Tsurai was yanked down and to the side, losing his balance, falling on his a**.

He yelped in pain, but still brought both arms in an X-block to protect his face.

Now that his arms were numb, he jumped back up on his feet, so the searing pain in his butt would cease, albeit by a small bit, and Tsurai forced and elbow at Isiah's "abs".

Tsurai threw his head back- a nasty habit that didn't make this situations any better- and gave a silent scream of pain, tears welling up in his eyes.

He wasn't going to say it. He forgot why they had begin fighitng to begin with, but he wasn't going to lose to Isiah. The kid threw his weight forward in his little screech of acrid pain and kneed Isiah in the crotch. Again.