[ Right. It's Hell. Sometimes it's easy to forget that when the vast majority of your experience is a fancy boat and a nice garden and a bigass castle. And then suddenly you're surrounded by three, shit, he doesn't know what, just that he's probably going to have to fight his way out of this.
Which, no reason to think he can't, even though his own bared teeth are blunted, no fangs, and three against one aren't the best odds, but—
And suddenly it's two against two (or, rather, one against two, with Amos suddenly decidedly with a human(??) barrier). He keeps his fists up, but his own snarl fades into something confused. He recognizes this guy — Daryl — but this is like. The complete opposite from when he saw him last. So, what the fuck. ]
What the fuck?
[ His voice is low, soft, genuinely baffled. He takes some offence to the language used — implying he's anybody's — but there are more pressing matters first. Also, he can still fight his own battles, pretty sure. He tries to step back up, square up, if Daryl's even going to let him now, seriously, where the fuck did he even come from, what the hell is he doing. ]
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Which, no reason to think he can't, even though his own bared teeth are blunted, no fangs, and three against one aren't the best odds, but—
And suddenly it's two against two (or, rather, one against two, with Amos suddenly decidedly with a human(??) barrier). He keeps his fists up, but his own snarl fades into something confused. He recognizes this guy — Daryl — but this is like. The complete opposite from when he saw him last. So, what the fuck. ]
What the fuck?
[ His voice is low, soft, genuinely baffled. He takes some offence to the language used — implying he's anybody's — but there are more pressing matters first. Also, he can still fight his own battles, pretty sure. He tries to step back up, square up, if Daryl's even going to let him now, seriously, where the fuck did he even come from, what the hell is he doing. ]