A easy target. A short rat walking home from work putting away his wallet. Of course he was going to get mugged. What else would happen in this godforsaken city? The real question was, why the hell was he holding onto his wallet as he felt his ribs get a knee busting against them for every taunt and insult he was throwing at his larger attacker.

"Just let go of the fucking money you prick!"

The rat gasped being slammed against the wall. His face scrunching in a snarl as his sheer white eyes still showed their anger as he held onto his wallet with a death grip. The anthro ox currently trying to rip it away gritting his teeth. As he growled

"Got any more jokes rat?"

"None that would top the one your mother popped out 20 years ago."

Skritch snarked as he grinned. Seeing the rage build across the Ox's face. Before a fist was rammed across his muzzle. Tearing the skin above his eye right eye which grew swollen. Yet that smirk didn't leave him. Even as blood flowed down his face and from his nose. As the Ox slammed him into the alley floor now. His hands leaving the wallet as he began to strangle the grinning rat.

"You're a pain in my ass and your wasting my time right now!"

"Should of used more lube then!" Skritch laughed out. Before gasping as viscously the ox slammed his head into the asphalt knocking the air out of him and making his head rattle.*

That did it. He dropped his wallet as the Ox snatched it opening it with a grumble which died on the sight of his bounty. 20 bucks. No credit card. Not even a license. "All this for twenty fucking dollars!" His mugger roared as he rolled over on his knees. Breathing. Looking up at the Ox"

"Yeah Pal. I ain't exactly rolling in cash. I hope the next bottom feeder teaches you humility when he takes it for himself!"

Skritch hissed. Only to grunt with a pained whine as the ox kicked him below the belt. Sending him to the floor once more. As the ox dropped the wallet running off with his cash.

Getting his bearings as he stood back up slowly. Taking his wallet in his hand as he wobbled back onto his feet. His bones ached. Not only from the attack, but from his condition. As a wetness filled his eyes as he held back his emotions. As he stuffed his hands into his hoodie's pocket. He could cry after he got home and fed his rats. No point in looking weaker in this wolf's nest.