OOC: Heeeyyy, whaddyaknow! Yep, he's totally prone now, so that's a hit, Erudite!
IC: The weakened wolf man lands with a loud
CRACK! on the wooden floor under him, followed by a swift hit from Tycho's bat. A few barely audible groans escape his throat as he lay there, a couple of gashes bleeding from the nails in Tycho's baseball bat.
"Wait!" he shouts before anyone takes another swing at him. His voice sounds human, and there's a shaky quality to it as if he's afraid.
He slides his gun across the floor, and you notice his hands look completely normal. The wolf man reaches for his face and removes it like a mask. . .no. . .it
is a mask. The face under the mask is an ugly one, but it's normal nonetheless. Dark hair, large jaw, and dark bags under his droopy eyes. He looks up at you with an expression like a puppy that's done something wrong and begs that you don't hit it again.
