[Yondu isn't even remotely the savory sort or the type you bring home to mom there are definite limits to what he'll put up with.]
[And one hard limit is a strange looking goat kid being used as a football to prove some overgrown thug's point. I mean, sure he just used fire on the guy but that ain't no reason to go kicking a kid. A lot of 'em use fire. That's sorta a part of growin' up he guesses.]
[Yondu comes up fast behind him, silently despite every urge to start railing with a piece of his mind, and grabs the guy by the scruff of his shirt. Yanks him back hard. Time to give him a taste of his own medicine.]
Don't look, kid. [Yondu's only warning as he pulls out a knife.]
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[Yondu isn't even remotely the savory sort or the type you bring home to mom there are definite limits to what he'll put up with.]
[And one hard limit is a strange looking goat kid being used as a football to prove some overgrown thug's point. I mean, sure he just used fire on the guy but that ain't no reason to go kicking a kid. A lot of 'em use fire. That's sorta a part of growin' up he guesses.]
[Yondu comes up fast behind him, silently despite every urge to start railing with a piece of his mind, and grabs the guy by the scruff of his shirt. Yanks him back hard. Time to give him a taste of his own medicine.]
Don't look, kid. [Yondu's only warning as he pulls out a knife.]