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Ah the hallways! The perfect place to hunt down a punk or two to shove. The 6'2" burly beast known as Grier was trudging his way through, throwing around his weight as he always did. If someone didn't get out of his way they were shoved, or in some cases thrown. The drooling monster was sure to quickly establish his reputation as the school yard jackass and he'd live up to it.

Speaking of nerds not getting out of his way, that peacock Pachua. He didn't know him yet but the fact that he looks like some fruit is enough to piss Grier off. A strong arms lifts up to wipe a bit of drool off on the back of the limb and it's just as he's walking behind Pachua, who just now managed to get his book in, that Grier slams his large palm in between the weaker monster's shoulders, shoving him into his locker.

"Out of the way, fruitcake!" A typical deep throat and raspy tone of voice shouting over the rattle of metal meeting flesh.

Grier had taken a step or two after shoving the Quetzalcoatl into his locker. The monstrous brute was grinning, his yellowed canines filling the range of his mouth. However he stopped and turned when he heard the start of an insult, and thus, Pachua came face to face with a whole foot taller and definitely much bigger dog.

"Slavering puddle of what?" he hisses, taking a step forward. His hand lifts and he jabs a thick finger at Pachua's chest. "What were you going to say, fruitcake? Huh? What's wrong -- black cat got your tongue?" He snickers and rolls his eyes, waving a palm at him. "Yeah right. Just stay out of my way, feather brain."

"Drool bag?!" he barks out, those two words echoing off the hallways in an almost thunderous cacophony.

He grabs Pachua by the shirt, easily yanking the tinier monster up and slamming him against a wall of lockers. His head comes down and he's growling, lips quivering over his drool laced teeth.

"Is that a challenge, punk? Huh?!" He slams him against the locker again but grins. "Well I'll take you up on it. As soon as you're done with cleaning up your locker."

And what did he mean by that? Well Pachua finds out as Grier swings him around and shoves him inside of his still opened locker. The gargoyle like monster rips out the contents of the locker if necessary to shove the serpent kid inside of it.

And so Grier is successful in cramming Pachua's mouthy a** into the locker, throwing his books and papers all over the floor of the hall. That poor kid is going to be aching by the time someone finds him and gets him out.

Grier stands there with a hand on the locker, grinning like a mad fool. His other hand lifts up and he waves those thick talons at him. "Don't forget to get in there real deep now, fruitcake."

SLAM!!! The sound echoes in the hall. His hand comes down on the combination turner, flips it around as he stands there snickering to himself, listening to what is undoubtedly the shrieking of his first victim.

"See ya around, feathers!" he calls over his shoulder as he walks off but is sure to fling a bit of saliva at the holes of the locker door. Maybe Pachua will get hit by some, maybe not.