[ If something like this had happened back home, Reggie might at least have a baseball bat within reach to pick up and intimidate right back, but he didn't go out for baseball here. Plus, while he's not entirely sure how much of it all he really believes, there is the whole werewolf strength thing to bear in mind... if anything that Derek told him last time they spoke is true, then it probably wouldn't make much of a difference if Reggie had a baseball bat, or his switchblade on him (he left that in his car, like a fucking idiot.)
Moose whimpers by his feet and Reggie shushes him idly, having to grope down idly to pat the dog's head as he's determinedly not breaking eye contact with Derek.
It doesn't really click at all why Derek might actually be here, but yeah, Reggie has no problem starting off combative, going into this ambush like he went into the streetfight with the Southside Serpents. He may have only his fists available to fight with at the moment, but for a human, Reggie is both strong and scrappy. ]
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Moose whimpers by his feet and Reggie shushes him idly, having to grope down idly to pat the dog's head as he's determinedly not breaking eye contact with Derek.
It doesn't really click at all why Derek might actually be here, but yeah, Reggie has no problem starting off combative, going into this ambush like he went into the streetfight with the Southside Serpents. He may have only his fists available to fight with at the moment, but for a human, Reggie is both strong and scrappy. ]
What the hell are you even talking about, Lassie?