Changes: Chapter 2
It didn't take long for him to beat down the goons "my mistake he's better than he looks" zero commented. raph was enjoying himself as he watched the thugs get their asses handed to them.
Arena, Chapter 2
The door at the end of the room slid open and a half-dozen of the nine-foot, armored and helmeted goons marched in. cora glanced at them, sneered, and shook her head. "ah, fuck me."
Gateway: The Breaking Point (11)
Felix spoke simply next to his panther goon who held his daggers close, unimpressed by the presence of the supposed-to-be dead husky, "i should've used more bombs."
LWAOF Chapter 5 - First Day in a New School
I tried to break free from his goons clutches but no hope, they held firm. "now" barry said as he cracked his knuckles "about that welcoming present."
Black Meridian 06: Old Guns
The wolf outside called again, before muttering something in a lower voice to his goons. "get thume. please narem!" fletcher hissed. the leopard nodded, turning and darting back into the circus guts.
The Interpol Files: Ice-Cold Betrayal
Soon, the two thieves and cop were knocked out by some goons..... ...
JBIAF: Spring/Summer Special- Prologue
A group of apes admiring a group of those pig-things from earlier, before one of them crawls up to stroke the behind of one, and is hit by a pile of feces\* \*cut to the aggressor, who tauntingly screeches at the aforementioned group, with his own goons
Offer Declined (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the theatrics were sufficiently overblown that the captain managed to sprint most of the way to the ship before the rabbit even deployed his goons.
Serenifi: Great Scott! Part II: Scene 7
(cut to tranquility racing down the hallway, being chased by montana's goons, then making her way down the stairs, and switching flights to confuse the gang, before making it to the roof, then frantically looking around for an escape route.)
Average Night
Not a minute later, catso was already making his way off the building to get his bearings and head home for something to eat, and the goons were out cold and slashed up. moral of the story? i'm fucking hungry. -catso
WIP/DRABBLE: The Trout
Throttle said; he was currently in a beaten up leather chair; his vest destroyed from fights with way too many goons to count. "so what if i did?" came the slick, sarcastic voice from the darkness. "not like you have any proof you could use against me...
[SNEAK PEEK] A Test Gone Wrong
The helmet still had the flaking old black paint that it had when one of my goons picked it up from a thrift shop. but the cushioning inside wasn't too worn, and it didn't smell _that_ bad. it'd do. the outer shell wasn't the important bit anyway.