Anger. Anger was all you could feel, staring at Shadow. He had tormented your friend once again. That was the final straw for you. Nothing but pure anger fueled your movements as you ripped Vanilla out of his grip. “Oh? What’s this?~ A pathetic little Cookie, defending her pathetic friend?…” He taunted, circling around you like a predator waiting to jump on its prey. You were the prey. He was the predator.