Raw doesn’t give any warning before wrestling off the horror syringe pack, rushing forward and pinning Dad to the ground. Dad thrashes, feeling an uncomfortable heat emanating from his hands. Dana panics and hides behind Writhe’s leg, the cage type itself looking a lot less calm after Raw’s outburst.
Raw demands to know what the hell Dad thinks she’s doing, asking about that! She thinks she can just come in and mess with their heads, make them think all of these things that they can’t understand? Take their mother away from them? He could kill her, right now, and she’d be too small to stop him-!
Dad places a hand on Raw’s telling him to back off, slowly. She isn’t here to start a fight, but she’ll throw down if he keeps pushing, and she doesn’t want that. No one here wants that. Nobody wants any blood to be shed here.