[ Trevor's strategy for getting in largely consists of yelling at people to get out of his fucking way. It's not the most effective strategy, but he's strong and 'get the fuck out of my way' is close enough to telling people to get to safety that he's capable of doing it. It eventually works.
One definitely dead so far, maybe more in the debris of the first row. And a tiger that's- significantly bigger than he feels like a tiger ought to be.
Time for work.
The whip unfurls, coiling around one of the tiger's rear legs and hissing as it does. He pulls and the thing turns, growling. It snarls, turning toward him, bright blue eyes narrowing, and then dashes at him.
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One definitely dead so far, maybe more in the debris of the first row. And a tiger that's- significantly bigger than he feels like a tiger ought to be.
Time for work.
The whip unfurls, coiling around one of the tiger's rear legs and hissing as it does. He pulls and the thing turns, growling. It snarls, turning toward him, bright blue eyes narrowing, and then dashes at him.
Well, he's successfully got its attention. ]