A performance

…began to change from sadistic glee to stunned shock.

The ‘Stink-Balls’ didn’t shatter. Quite the opposite. Upon reaching the twirling cane, the orbs instead were captured in the rotation and now spun along in it. The only hint they were even there were the brief green fumes that escaped before dissipating.

Rory’s face scrunched up as he caught whiffs of them. “Phew! Quite da stench. I’d hate to know how ye made them.”

“How…” The bandit stared in shock.

“With dat said, I think yer style fits them better than I.” The fox stops his twirling, making the cane stop. This caused the still intact ‘Stink-Balls’ to fly up into the air. Damien’s eyes tracked their ascent and their descent. “Allow me then to return yer property.”

Bringing the cane over his shoulder, he tightened his grip and glanced up at the falling objects. Timing it perfectly, he then swung and made contact with them. Once again, not shattering on impact, the gaseous bombs were struck hard and launched at their creator.

The tabby’s shocked face dropped and had little time to react before the orbs struck with enough **** that jerked their head back before-

CRACK!

A large, noxious green cloud enveloped the area, even larger than the one from before. Rory stepped back and held his nose as he could smell the foul odor from where he stood.

“Gah, da stench. Manure has a more pleasant aroma.”

“Mmmrrrooorrryyy.” The fox turned his at the muffled call of his name. The flattened deputy was slowly reshaping herself from the small crater in the ground she was in. The top of her head was reformed enough to which she could now see him with a worried look.

“Don’t ye worry, Ms.Briggs. I’m comin’ to help ye.” He responded with a smile. He took a step only to notice it seemed to grow darker all of a sudden. Glancing up, he had time to register a large form coming down on him.

THUD!

“MMMNO!” The vixen half-shouted, half-mumbled as she saw a gigantic sledgehammer come down on top of the male fox.

Rusty, slowly gathering the money in the bank, had heard the commotion from outside and Damien shouting in hatred. Snorting, he dropped the cash and lumbered towards the entrance, picking up his large weapon that was leaning against the wall of the building. Docking his head down, he saw another fox spinning a stick(?) before stopping it and hitting something. Glancing at where they were headed, he grumbled and silently made his way over, the musk ox’s calloused hands tightening against the shaft of his hammer.

Now, he stared down at the spot where he brought his sledgehammer down. Lifting it, expecting a pancake shaped fox, instead…he found nothing. Blinking behind his bangs, he looked at his weapon, thinking they were stuck to it like old gum.

“Well, now, yer a big one, aren’t ye?”

Perking up at the voice, Rusty turned slightly to look behind him. The fox he thought he crushed was casually leaning against that stick.

“Ah suppose, ye be da muscle of dis little duo, eh?” Rory spoke. “Sorry, I don’t think I caught ye name, lad? I be Rory Gilligan.”

“…Rusty.” The large brute grumbled out.

“Well now, Rusty, I don’t suppose ye can speak for yer friend to leave da money, and ye both can be on yer merry way?”

The large ox fully turned around and brought his hammer up, slowly shaking his head. “…No…Sorry.”

The Irishman gave a heavy sigh. “Well, at least ye have better manners.”

No sooner had those words left did bend his whole body back to dodge the large swing, contact missing by inches. He then jumped to the side to avoid the overhead downward swing that cracked the ground where it hit. Rusty attempted a backhand swing only to hit the air.

April grunted in effort as most of her upper half had reformed at this point. Crawling out of the hole, the deputy’s eyes widened at what she was seeing. Rory was moving, like dancing, out of the of Rusty’s attacks with little effort. Sure the swings were slow but they had more than enough **** and momentum to catch most off guard. And yet, there he was, dodging them with little effort.

This is crazy! There’s no way Mr. Gilligan’s just some artist!

Growing more than irritated, the bovine criminal had enough. Gritting his teeth, the musk ox twisted his body as far it could go, sledgehammer held in a white knuckle grip. Rory caught a glimpse of a blue orb peaking from beneath the bangs and the intention behind it.

“Hey now, no need to-”

Unleashing a bellow that shook some of the nearby windows, Rusty untwisted and began spinning, his body moving with the moment of the large weapon. And he was moving. Fast.

Rory had to dodge more frequently to avoid the whirling danger, as some unfortunate barrels were obliterated upon contact. Thinking of a quick plan, the fox brought up his cane, crook held out, and prepared for a wild ride.

April caught sight of it, one moment he was there, the next, an orange blur joined the whirling madness. Glancing over her shoulder, she eyed the thick stink cloud but couldn’t find a trace of the cat bandit. Looking back to the spinning ****, the rotations started slowing down.

Though obscure, one could see the orange blur that was the Irish fox shifted and shot upwards. Slowing down before coming to a complete stop, Rusty looked down and noticed two things were missing.

Rory and his sledgehammer.

Clenching and unclenching his empty hands, the musk ox felt a weight land atop of him and a light chuckle cut the silence.

“Woo! Quite da trip, dat was!” Looking up, standing atop his head, a wide smile on his face was the fox. “Pretty impressive, I might say, on yer part as well.”

Crouching, Rory jumped off the bandit, made a frontal flip twist in the air before landing on his feet, arms outstretched and facing the ox with a flourish.

“Hehehe, light on me feet, aren’t I? I must’ve missed me calling, should’ve traded me camera for da tight rope! Ah, da Big Top, what a grand life dat could’ve been.” He mused, thinking of another life.

Both criminal and officer looked at the being lost in a daydream in shock. This wasn’t normal. He wasn’t normal. Looking up, Rory caught sight of something and looked back down.

“Fun as dat was, da next part’s gonna hurt.” He looked at the musk ox with a frown. “Sorry in advance for da knock on da head.”

“…Wha-”