#gulp...!

*Chaos in the city. Some sort of... cat? Ram? Wolf thing? Was charging through the streets like a bull in a China shop, damaging all sorts of things. Scars decorated his ankles and the backs of its arms, a huge gash covered one side of its face and its chest was covered in old burn scars. On its back, swords and arrows and all sorts of weapons were embedded and its eyes were wild with something other than rage or insanity.*

Oh, god—,

Waterboy watched from afar, hesitant to step in. Robert had dispatched him out to whatever... This mess was, because he was the last option. And, usually— Herm would be thrilled to go on any type of mission! Whether he was picked last or first,...

Though, seeing the on-going chaos, scars and gashes, and the various types of weapons on the suspect? He wasn't feeling exactly confident.

It seemed to be some sort of.. animal thing?? And Herm's good with animals. So, maybe, it'll be a-okay!

He'd run after it, ushering people to safety as he panicked on what to do. He needs to get it to stop running and calm it down, all non-violently if possible—

H- HEY!!