
The toy attempted to growl, but again, it wasn't threatening at the very least. It was annoyed that it failed to disarm the potential threat. In fact, it grew distressed. He was now brandishing it in plain sight, and he had the nerve to tell it that there was no need to be uptight. A child was close to dying and there's a complete stranger who refused to throw away his weapon, how was it not supposed to be uptight?!
He may have been holding it high, but that didn't mean it wasn't above scampering up his body to get to that knife. It was about to leap at him again as well, but it was suddenly lifted up like the helpless toy it was. Stunned for only a brief second, it kicked and struggled, but alas, it was defeated. It couldn't move an inch. Its sea-soaked body wasn't a match for hands.
It shook slightly in fear, its eyes darting between the child and the stranger with the knife. The distress of the situation was getting to it.