Koporo could not believe what he had just seen. Originally, he was out and about trying to get the jump on the local Cactuars, hoping for a chance to end the day with a warm bowl of Cactus Soup, but those plans had just been reprioritized by the sight of a bucket, containing Thal-knows-what, launched at none other than his mentor and dear friend, Coatleque Crofte.
He stared for a few moments at her, barely keeping her composure midst the mocking laughter of Brass Blades, unsightly and thoroughly humiliated. If one were to peer into his little mind, they would've seen the gears inside grind to a sudden and violent halt, spraying sparks that set the grease ablaze. His gaze then turned to Evangeline, or who he assumed was Evangeline; it was difficult to make out shapes with his sight having gone blood-red with fury. This...This was not about to go unpunished. Whether it was written law that forbade it or common decency, this act against Crofte could not, would not be tolerated.
He dug his heels into the dirt and spurred himself forward, straight pass Evangeline as she turned around, mumbling obscenities to herself, and into the camp. He darted from tent to tent, earning the curious gaze of multiple onlookers following him with their eyes as he sped about, a man on a mission. Finally, he found what he needed in the nearby water: a live Orobon, waddling about on its fins, stalks aroused by what it deemed to be a tiny man charging towards it with all piss and vinegar. The poor thing had no idea what was about to happen.
Koporo grabbed the fish by the tail, tore it from the waters it called home, and spun it round and round in the air as Evangeline entered his crosshairs in the distance. Finally, with one powerful swing of the arm, he launched the Orobon in her direction, the fish's mouth agape with shock.