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As the walls started to close, he looked between the others in an almost manic-way, snarling as he spun around, charging them.

"GET OUTTA THE WAY."

Reaching up, Nuk braced his hands hard on Demi's shoulders, shoving him hard backwards as he kept moving forward, trying to shove them out of the way of the crushing walls.

Too late.

"s**t."

Spinning around, he snarled as they became trapped in the walls, pounding hard on the rock with his fist before he spun around, changing shape mid-motion, his bear-form taking up far too much space for the little room they had. Roaring in anger, he clawed at the walls, shifting against just as quickly the large, black wolf he had been before, charging a different wall this time to hit it hard with his shoulder, his body changing one last time back into the native-american boil he usually was, still snarling in the pit of his chest.

The hound tried to break free from the group and make a dash to get out, like a headless chicken but a shove from the skinwalker left him off balance and fell to the ground and watched as the bottom edges of the two stones met.. "********!" he was left snarling on the floor as he wheeled around to face the skinwalker as the glow in his eyes darkened into a hardened glare. "You stupid s**t!"

averting his gaze from the annoying boil, he went after the ground and attempted to start digging in a manic frenzy, the sand all but shiftin back into the indent, destroying all the work he did before it. "********, ******** ********!." he bit out darkly at noone in particular as he punched at the side wall in frustration. "I dont know what we'll do Mot, wait and try not to tear each other apart." he mumbled out, never taking his gaze off the scowling boil next to him.

Shooting Nuk in the head sounded like a much better way to pass the time to the green eared boil.

Madness was unfurling in the maze, and Christof had to trot around the track to make his way to what seemed like a clear path inside. Rushing past Barth, he paid him no mind- his Master seemed to be taking care of himself hiding at the edge. Only thing to do is dive in. Be a man. Don't be scared of moving, crushing things and stinging balls of paint it was a war game and he would *win*.

To someone that enjoyed the while outdoors, being trapped in a confined place was torturous. The grit and blood from clawing in the sand and earth left a pinkish splotch growing in the sand beneath the hound , and grew with every swipe and desperate pleading claw into the unyielding surface. It just would not let them go and frankly Melas was not one to just accept it that easy. Demi felt the consciousness of f his mind fell away as soon as the slabs of rocks touched and he was more pissed than ever.

"Save your teammates huh?" he bit out to the skinwalker that glared at him back. "What if my arm was in between those rocks? How bout Mot's hat or Petro's head?" he grit back to the barely clad boil with a warning snarl. "You were going to save us from that, or be the cause of it?" He wanted to continue his tangent against Nuk but the subtle push of the colder steel on his chest threw his head into a rage as he never hated the boil more so than this one instant.

With a smoldering gaze Melas pressed the tip of the gun against his temple and turned the gun sideways without blinking at him, giving off a low rumble in his chest against the added pressure on him. "Try me, peon, you won't have a tail left to wag after i'm done with you."

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*A*?

Blood?

Bleeding?

Noms?

Shehk's sensitive nose had picked up the scent of something delicious mixed in with the scent of the paint all over the field, and any attention she'd been giving to anything on the field on that moment was suddenly derailed by her canid nose tugging her in a completely new direction, her tail wagging as she moved in a daze.

It was like luring Shehk from the flag with a squirrel..only it was luring her from being useful using othernoms.

Something was shaking. There was a lot of yelling. It all sounded fairly far away, but that might have been because West was surrounded by walls. And there was Astra again.

"Hey," he said to the really ridiculously small ghoul. "Y'seen anyone we can, y'know... hit?" He supposed he could just shoot her, but considering she was about no feet tall and seemed to be on his team, he didn't think it would be much fun.

Ironically, Demi's reaction only pacified the skinwalker, his body visibly relaxing as the other barked at him incessantly, as if it were more of an annoyance than anything. Lowering his gun, he visibly rolled his eyes, turning his back on him.

"Mot's not wearing his hat," he replied in a gravelly tone, already dismissive, "And it's called 'you go to the nurse.' Or did you forget, we're in Halloweentown. We can lose limbs and come back tomorrow no-one-the-wiser."