These weren't mutant wolves--just large, so honestly he didn't know. "What kind of stairs?" He was needing the extra mobility, fending off the third wolf as it lunged at him. A firm thwack of the goalie-stick followed by hooking the regular one under front leg and pulling. "2 minutes, penalty-box for you, Fido!"
At least Casey was cheery about it, as he kept smacking at the creature, trying to keep the other two in his awareness. Especially since the blinded one managed to slam into him. Into the bookcase--ow.
Ducking, pivoting, hockey stick placed away in favor of the heavier goalie one. Especially as it was used to smack jaws away from his mask. "Man, when did you last brush?!" Another smack, and he was skating backwards for space, an exploding puck pulled out, firecracker-fuse crackling. "Go fetch!" Smack! and the projectile headed for the third-wolf, as blinded was sniffing.
Manic laughter followed the sound of the explosion.
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At least Casey was cheery about it, as he kept smacking at the creature, trying to keep the other two in his awareness. Especially since the blinded one managed to slam into him. Into the bookcase--ow.
Ducking, pivoting, hockey stick placed away in favor of the heavier goalie one. Especially as it was used to smack jaws away from his mask. "Man, when did you last brush?!" Another smack, and he was skating backwards for space, an exploding puck pulled out, firecracker-fuse crackling. "Go fetch!" Smack! and the projectile headed for the third-wolf, as blinded was sniffing.
Manic laughter followed the sound of the explosion.