Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5255416-20170629062212/@comment-5255416-20170630152414

The squirrel watched as his partner fell on his side, unable to move against his restraints. He glared back at the wolf, the vein on his face growing even larger.

"I'll kill you! Right here and-," the squirrel's threats were interrupted by a yelp of pain. The fury on his face were replaced with agony as he turned to the source: the crow. Sanzu had approached the squirrel while everyone was distracted and placed his hand on the squirrel's shoulder. Somehow, this was causing harm to the crook.

"Please forgive my unwanted intrusion," Sanzu apologized, "but after seeing the little wolf in action, it made me want to play hero too."

"YOU! WHA..WHAT IS THIS!?" the squirrel could barely get out his words while feeling this horrific sensation. His weapon left his hand and clattered on the floor.

"Oh this? It's the memory of you and your friend pulling your guns on me. I wanted to thank you properly for creating that memory, so I'd thought let you experience it for yourself. No need to worry, this pathetic power isn't strong enough to kill you."

Not long after that, the squirrel fell to the ground with his partner, the pain having left him unconscious.