Stickyfingers looked over to Catshit.
Catshit nodded and looked over to Petty Officer Bob.
As for Doc... no one looked to that git.
Doc was never the first to speak.
Bob snarled like a blue-gill, scrawling up phlegm in his throat to be extra intimidating.
"We KNOW... wot you DID... knife-ear."
The elfie was good at fighting. Everyone knew that. However, no one in the crew could dodge the spit that Bob could hack up.
"Then you've come to seek recompense?" The elf frowned, "Come and take it."
OoOooOoh. If he was gonna keep talking like that, Doc was gonna wet himself.
"YOU'z defending her, ah? Ehehe..." Catshit sneered. "Da Vulkoori b*tch."
The elf raised his chin... exposing his soft, pink neck.
If he didn't play real careful... that was the first thing that was going to get cut.
