Post by Pearl Dragon on Jun 23, 2018 9:23:16 GMT -6
Stenson saw the whites of the Director's eyes, saw the shift in his posture as Stenson reared over the unbalanced construct's shoulder, and felt the soft impact of the Director's head and shoulders against the flat of his clawed palm.
Two things happened simultaneously within Stenson; a sheer, victorious leap of excitment that he'd done it, he'd actually managed to complete the assignment. And, a terrible wave of guilt and fear that he might have hit too hard and seriously hurt the Director. Within this form, and after so many years of barely ever taking his true form, he always forgot his own strength until it was too late.
Stenson leapt from the toppling construct's shoulder and landed heavily with a resounding thum next to the Director. A rumbling exhale escaped him as he quickly bent to scoop the Director back to his feet.
"Director, I'm so sorry-..." he began, deeper voice practically growling the words from his toothy maw. The man nearly fit in the palm of his hand, and suddenly looked so much smaller than he had before.
"Ugh," Isaac groaned, touching at a large bruise now darkening across his face, "Well done, Jones. You've won this round." Stenson's rattling breath took a sharp inhale at the congratulatory praise, and he let a small smile curl one side of his grey muzzle.
"Ah, th-thank you, sir...rrrrrr-we should get you to medical..." Stenson growled with a low tone of concern. His wings shuffled at his back, and he crouched try and inspect the extent of damage. "That's not looking good." At the back of the room, heavy hands applauded the scene, followed by the throaty laughter of Brog who'd been watching.
"BROG LIKE! Brog want to fight now! Agent no longer pitiful human, not boring no more!" He called out, before he was quickly ushered away by two other training specialists. He argued and resisted, grumbling that he wanted his turn, that is wasn't fair the Director got all the fun.
Two things happened simultaneously within Stenson; a sheer, victorious leap of excitment that he'd done it, he'd actually managed to complete the assignment. And, a terrible wave of guilt and fear that he might have hit too hard and seriously hurt the Director. Within this form, and after so many years of barely ever taking his true form, he always forgot his own strength until it was too late.
Stenson leapt from the toppling construct's shoulder and landed heavily with a resounding thum next to the Director. A rumbling exhale escaped him as he quickly bent to scoop the Director back to his feet.
"Director, I'm so sorry-..." he began, deeper voice practically growling the words from his toothy maw. The man nearly fit in the palm of his hand, and suddenly looked so much smaller than he had before.
"Ugh," Isaac groaned, touching at a large bruise now darkening across his face, "Well done, Jones. You've won this round." Stenson's rattling breath took a sharp inhale at the congratulatory praise, and he let a small smile curl one side of his grey muzzle.
"Ah, th-thank you, sir...rrrrrr-we should get you to medical..." Stenson growled with a low tone of concern. His wings shuffled at his back, and he crouched try and inspect the extent of damage. "That's not looking good." At the back of the room, heavy hands applauded the scene, followed by the throaty laughter of Brog who'd been watching.
"BROG LIKE! Brog want to fight now! Agent no longer pitiful human, not boring no more!" He called out, before he was quickly ushered away by two other training specialists. He argued and resisted, grumbling that he wanted his turn, that is wasn't fair the Director got all the fun.