Mao Mao X Badgerclops Novels & Stories

I braced myself as another rogue lunged at me, his jaws aimed for my throat. I twisted, managing to evade his bite, and struck him hard with a swipe of my claws, sending him reeling back with a yelp. The rogue regained his footing, growling low as he prepared to attack again. But before he could make a move, Jerry lunged from the side, catching him off guard and tackling him to the ground. I watched as Jerry's teeth sank into the rogue’s shoulder, his grip unrelenting, until the rogue went limp beneath him. The remaining rogues hesitated, their snarls faltering as they took in the sight of their fallen comrades. I could sense their fear, their uncertainty. They hadn’t expected this level of

Mauvais copied her expressions but Clandes just rolled her eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing,” Clandes answered coldly. “Nothing? Then stop rolling your big eyes, it’s going to pop-” Clandes didn’t let him finish his sentence, she strikes him using a book. “AAHH, what did you do? My nose is bleeding!” Mauvais was pale looking at his blood. He’s afraid of blood and Clandes knew about it. She covered the eyes of Mauvais and wiped the blood.