Re: Sonrisa: Hunter R & Cris M
Hunter knew exactly who and what was at his heels. He didn't like any of the men assigned by the community to keep dangers to society like himself locked up; to Hunter they represented a flawed system that supported the rich. In contrast to Cris, the skinny kid wasn't disciplined at all, and unfortunately desperation didn't add to his grace. He slipped and slid across the pavement and had just made it to the edge of the sidewalk before a hundred pounds and considerable change hit him right in the middle and he flew forward belly first before skidding through the dirt hard in a woosh of expelled breath.
Hunter rolled almost as soon as he could get his breath back, flailing and kicking in a desperate effort to loose Cris' grip so he could get away. To his credit, he didn't wail on Cris' head with his fists, but he yanked at his arms and kicked a pretty heavy boot heel into the man's knee.
This dramatic flailing was accompanied by an ongoing litany of: "Get offa me! Get off! Don't touch me!"
And that was when a 60 pound German Shepherd entered the fray, with no bark of warning. She hit both of them hard in the sides and confused the fight further. Hunter's shouts of "geroff!" became "BECKY NO!" as the dog went for Cris' pant leg (probably missing his skin by inches).