[The audio turns on to shrieking and savage sounds, along with Loz's grunting and the sickening crack of bones being crunched and his fist just pounding at his assailants.]
Let go of my pants, let go of my-- HEY!! YOU TORE MY PANTS!! Get off my clothes! You stupid--
[Hell no, Loz will not be stripped. 8| (Or eaten. Or clawed. Or bitten.) The reavers don't sound happy about what comes next before the audio cuts out.]
[OOC: Yeah, Loz isn't having that. He's pwning reavers at the moment. He'll come find you if you need help~ He's bored.]
