SEEING RED AGAIN // oneshot

[SICARION]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify;"]Floris didn't know what kind of takeover this was supposed to be. Stryker maimed Atbash- and then what? The people from The Pitt seemed to treat this like a move-in that Snowbound was supposed to appreciate, that they were in the wrong for defending themselves. It was fucked, to put it simply. They were undisciplined, seemed to have no real plan of action beyond making themselves pests caught underfoot. They yapped and yapped, incessantly. If Floris' people had infiltrated an enemy camp and took over, it would look a lot different. Everyone would have been rounded up and marched off into one area and kept under guard while they waited for orders to come down the chain; then they'd either kill them or interrogate them. This? There was no point to this, none beyond the ravings of an arrogant prick taking advantage of other, more malleable arrogant pricks.

It did wonders for his temper. By which Floris meant he was ready to implode at any given moment. He hadn't even been certain he was going to stay here, and then the assholes had to drag him into some ridiculous vendetta. Floris couldn't stand by when many of the people in Snowbound were non-combatants. Not that the phrase meant anything to The Pitt.

Atbash had somehow managed to irk the wrong person, though, despite her general friendliness, so now she was in the medical area with a missing eye. Well, if there was anything Floris could understand, it was being short one eye. Fire had taken his, not claws, but he was a soldier. As far as he could tell, Atbash wasn't, especially not by mentality. "Haven't seen Stryker around since the hall. Most of the other people only crawl out of the woodwork when I cause trouble, so it's been mostly quiet." He figured it was only proper to update her on the goings on, and if he were better with emotions, he might've offered her something comforting, but it wouldn't do anything. "You need food? Water?"