[Hank doesn't want to touch these weirdoes, he doesn't want it so much, so when they tumble at him he shoves at them with a noise of disgust and a couple go down, tripping over each other. The impact breaks a couple of those fake bones off, which is... well, it's gross, but Hank looks down at them, and he looks at Sumo and the woman, both going in opposite directions - Sumo is absolutely heading deeper into the woods, it looks like - and, hell, it's not like there's a stick big enough for Sumo in arm's reach, anyway.
He grabs a loose 'bone', grimacing, and waves it around, calling out to Sumo in a fake-bright voice.]
Hey Sumo! Sumo! Buddy! Wanna play? Wanna play fetch? Fetch?
[And now that that's got Sumo's attention, Hank turns templeward and throws and, hey, it turns out Sumo running that way has a consequence. Who knew.
So Sumo gives a deep, happy bark and runs toward the bone, and his minions run after him, and Hank runs at her, warning her as he goes and wanting to try to grab her or her clothes or something to pull her out of the way.]
Hey! Might wanna, uh... [He glances behind him, gauging the speed of the oncoming hoarde.] ...find cover, maybe.
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[Hank doesn't want to touch these weirdoes, he doesn't want it so much, so when they tumble at him he shoves at them with a noise of disgust and a couple go down, tripping over each other. The impact breaks a couple of those fake bones off, which is... well, it's gross, but Hank looks down at them, and he looks at Sumo and the woman, both going in opposite directions - Sumo is absolutely heading deeper into the woods, it looks like - and, hell, it's not like there's a stick big enough for Sumo in arm's reach, anyway.
He grabs a loose 'bone', grimacing, and waves it around, calling out to Sumo in a fake-bright voice.]
Hey Sumo! Sumo! Buddy! Wanna play? Wanna play fetch? Fetch?
[And now that that's got Sumo's attention, Hank turns templeward and throws and, hey, it turns out Sumo running that way has a consequence. Who knew.
So Sumo gives a deep, happy bark and runs toward the bone, and his minions run after him, and Hank runs at her, warning her as he goes and wanting to try to grab her or her clothes or something to pull her out of the way.]
Hey! Might wanna, uh... [He glances behind him, gauging the speed of the oncoming hoarde.] ...find cover, maybe.