[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@The Otter]

[color=goldenrod][i]So it's not that, then.[/i][/color]

He frowned, a puff of wind carrying dissatisfaction into the void that had been carved between the inimical dumbasses by the ongoing miscommunication. The problem with going for the legs... lunging like a low wolf...

Alright, what the hell was it, if the incoming admonishment wasn't "Quit throwing yourself so far forward for that stuff," then? 

His arms folded, he closed his eyes, awaiting the inevitable from three feet to the right.