Snippet #2493601

Tex screeched in an almost maddened rage, one suddenly uncharacteristic of his cool and deceptive nature. Something alien was brought forth by the frustration of dealing with this known pest and constant adversary a sudden wild desire and need to hurt. To defeat and kill. Tex's pupils constricted to mere pinpricks and he bared his fused teeth his thin lips curling almost disappearing as they stretched in a grotesque snarl and his spit collected and foamed at the edges. It was safe to say he was properly PISSED. Had Grue not been twisted around him constricting his movement he would have without a doubt pounced and scratched at her like a wild feast-crazed vulture then taken her dazed and bloody body high into the clouds to drop her like a ripe coconut on the beach.

Text thrashed wildly for a moment, attempting only to loosen her grip. His right wing flapped hard while his left was pinned under her leg, twisted around his body. He could hear Violet coming up on him from his bound side, beyond his sight range and he twisted his head around to stare threateningly at her. He wiggled his rear to try and loosen Grue's other foothold and used the flexibility of his tail to his advantage. He used all the momentum he could muster to thrash his tail in Violet's direction. He was unable to do much but he managed a good solid strike with the tip of his feathered tail at her right ankle. It would have been both a formidable force but a very small area of impact resulting in a sharp knife-like pain shooting up her ankle and a nasty bruise. If her footing wasn't strong or if she was shocked bad enough it would have tripped her but either way the strike was more of a warning to stay back then a debilitating blow. Tex wouldn't waste any more time on the woman turning his attention to his present foe. He wanted the bag, NEEDED the bag and if she wouldn't forfeit it he would take it from her by force using the only tool he could in disposal. He would then start to peck at the strap over her right shoulder, still flapping and squirming to make resistance futile and a massive expense of energy. His aiming wasn't very good in that situation so again and again his fused and pointed teeth would hit her shoulder, deepening the wound that was already there and causing her pain. Occasionally he would hit his mark and tug and bite on the strap fighting to tear the fibers apart but it was a rather slow going process.