Years of practice of getting close to things to kill them, right there. These days it's almost the only way he knows how to move, a kind of instinctive avoidance of being noticed. A couple people on campus can see through it, but for most with Rex he's not there and then he is. Dramatic sting.

"Not one that wouldn't hurt him, unfortunately. However, this time he escaped entirely. One of the stable staff fed him but did not fully lock the door."

Now Mav is on his feet, he looks him up and down and concludes there's no major injury. Sore butt isn't that bad.

"Apologies, for your rear end. Now I shall attend to another one."

By which he means Indrik. He puts a foot on the seat of the bench, leans all his weight on it and just full on punches the slat immediately both Indrik, which snaps easily enough. The slat above that, he hooks fingers under and lifts steadily. No yanking, so shifts just enough. "Out, you ignoramus."

Indrik manages to squeeze out the gap and takes a quick trot in a wide circle as a victory lap. Before remember he's meant to be looking guilty and dropping his head all the way to the ground.