Vinnie had just been going for the most convenient thing to grab. It was perfectly natural to go aiming toward the big handle-like things sticking out of Char's head. With a sister as unusually docile and accomodating as Sasha, it was possible he'd simply never learned what happens when you grab a Charizard by the horn.
To use the proper scientific animal behaviorist term, Char went "completely and utterly apeshit".
Char slammed the heel of his palm into Vinnie's throat - more in a gut-reflex attempt to throw his weight into resisting the hand pulling his horn than out of a deliberate desire to harm. He turned his head away in the process; the blood-spitball hit the side of his face instead of his eyes. Not... that this was really all that better. It was in his hair.
And just like that, Char made the jump from provoking douchebag to seriously pissed-off animal. It might have been the yuck-bomb splattered on his face, it might have been the relentless throbbing of his bleeding wrist, or it might have been the fact that Vinnie had just pulled a move that was essentially his line's equivalent of a hearty cockslap. It might have been all three. (But it was definitely mostly the last one.) He let out a shout of raw animal fury, the heat rising in his throat unbidden. A few stray wisps of flame stole out as he shook his head furiously, trying to twist his horn free.
"You FUCK!" Char snarled, in a dazzling display of creativity. The ultimate ice burn. "I'm gonna shove what's left of your gimpy little spineweed so far up your ass you're gonna be shittin' rainforests!"
p.s.: uh no fantasmagicalest
To use the proper scientific animal behaviorist term, Char went "completely and utterly apeshit".
Char slammed the heel of his palm into Vinnie's throat - more in a gut-reflex attempt to throw his weight into resisting the hand pulling his horn than out of a deliberate desire to harm. He turned his head away in the process; the blood-spitball hit the side of his face instead of his eyes. Not... that this was really all that better. It was in his hair.
And just like that, Char made the jump from provoking douchebag to seriously pissed-off animal. It might have been the yuck-bomb splattered on his face, it might have been the relentless throbbing of his bleeding wrist, or it might have been the fact that Vinnie had just pulled a move that was essentially his line's equivalent of a hearty cockslap. It might have been all three. (But it was definitely mostly the last one.) He let out a shout of raw animal fury, the heat rising in his throat unbidden. A few stray wisps of flame stole out as he shook his head furiously, trying to twist his horn free.
"You FUCK!" Char snarled, in a dazzling display of creativity. The ultimate ice burn. "I'm gonna shove what's left of your gimpy little spineweed so far up your ass you're gonna be shittin' rainforests!"