04-02-2018, 05:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2018, 05:16 PM by | KILLUA ZOLDYCK |.)
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This was one of the reasons why Killua believed to be so much weaker than the likes of the Zoldyck family. Not counting the factor that those in the Zoldyck family were actually trained when they were kittens instead of waiting to be trained when they were extremely young. The groups were far too trusting for their own good. Something that he himself was capable of taking advantage of extremely quickly if he wanted someone to get on his good side at the same time. The wildcat lied most of the time when he was interacting with others, and that also meant that he could be dangerous if he learned too much information about others. The assassin had to be careful with those that he interacted with because those that got too suspcious had the chance to talk to tohers and how untrustworth he actually was. He couldn't have that happen, especially here and now out of consideration that he just got here. Barely here even a month which didn't seem like all that much of a time in his regard. He knew that he was going to end up running out of time with his brother on the horizon of finding him. He had been too focused on the clan at the moment to really think about much of anything else. He needed to train and get stronger, but he had yet to meet anyone that was at least someone he could train with. Training alone was perfectly fine with him, but he himself even knew that he couldn't manage to do everything himself whether he liked it or not. The issue with him wanting to train with someone was it meant that he would end up revealing his powers to the creature he decided to train himself with. It would take a lot of time before he even remotely accepted that creature to be able to know some of the tricks that he constantly had up his sleeves. He was crafty when it came to the way of fighting, always enjoying the factor seeing the hope in the other creatures eyes when they thought that they were beating him. Having been physically tortured his entire life meant that he had a hig pain tolerance, and him getting knocked around usually did little to no damgae to him. Not like the animal that was attacking him could even know something like that. Thank to the way that his mind worked while he was living inside of a clan, his mind was constantly going here and there. The assassin probably thought a little bit too much all the time, causing him unnecessary stress all the time as he constantly thought about worst case scenario of what could happen while he lived in this group. He had managed to keep himself secret so far, but it was becoming more and more difficult for him to get rid of the damn itch that he was having recently. Especially with his meeting with Argus, the frustration that bubbled inside his chest seemed to be there all the time now as he didn't know why he didn't even remember the female despite her obviously remember him from somewhere.
It wasn't like him to just forget something like that. He knew that with what he was doing now, it would only be a matter of time that others figured out that he wasn't who they thought of him to be. He wasn't someone that was nice at heart, which was obvious at this point as he didn't bother being nice to others when he first met them. Finding no need to if they didn't peak his interest enough. At the same time, he was probably doing a little bit of an overkill when it came to attacking the Typhoon member. Yet despite him thinking that he should calm himself down and just injure the female a little bit here and there, he realized that his body wasn't exactly listening to him. He wanted to kill, for the first time in a long time. His planned at worked though, at least for the most part. He didn't end up hurting her to the point that he had drawn blood yet, but he had at least given a couple bruises if he hit her the correct way. The albino serval watched as one of the female's paws came toward him, and used one of his arms to deflect her arm by hitting it away. Next came the bird, which he honestly wasn't expecting. The other had a broken wing after all and probably wouldn't be much help against a wildcat that literally could eat birds whenever they wanted. Hearing her words, his brow furrowed and a low growl escaped his jaws. "She won't die. I slowed down her bleeding considerably." Killua called back as he watched as the caracal began to struggle with the bird. Sadly, the assassin didn't believe in anyone else's skill to be able to take someone down. Killua watched as the other was risking to pull her own flesh to try and get away from the bird. Killua had positioned himself to be slightly on the side, looking for an opening that he could take. If he had wanted to while the female was dealing with the bird, he could have delivered a lethal blow. But now? He wasn't sure if he really wanted to kill her. Maybe he could drag some information from her instead. His speed was easily quicker than that of a caracal, his speed only rivaled by that of a full grown cheetah. There was no expression on Killua's face as he rushed after the Typhoon member, running behind her, and with his metal claws he would aim to slash forward, aiming to slice through the tendon of the female's back right leg. If that worked, she wouldn't be able to keep the pressure on that leg anymore, and hopefully, it would mean that she would become unbalanced and fall to the ground. If she fell to the ground, Killua would aim to sink his metal claws into the stomach of the female. Not completely sinking the lengths of his claws into the other's flesh, because he would then hit vital organs. The caracal was heavier than him, so if she decided to throw her weight around then it would make it a little bit difficult. "Now, why don't we just have a nice chat huh?" Killua's voice was laced with poison as he spoke, and there was no mercy in his eyes.
This was one of the reasons why Killua believed to be so much weaker than the likes of the Zoldyck family. Not counting the factor that those in the Zoldyck family were actually trained when they were kittens instead of waiting to be trained when they were extremely young. The groups were far too trusting for their own good. Something that he himself was capable of taking advantage of extremely quickly if he wanted someone to get on his good side at the same time. The wildcat lied most of the time when he was interacting with others, and that also meant that he could be dangerous if he learned too much information about others. The assassin had to be careful with those that he interacted with because those that got too suspcious had the chance to talk to tohers and how untrustworth he actually was. He couldn't have that happen, especially here and now out of consideration that he just got here. Barely here even a month which didn't seem like all that much of a time in his regard. He knew that he was going to end up running out of time with his brother on the horizon of finding him. He had been too focused on the clan at the moment to really think about much of anything else. He needed to train and get stronger, but he had yet to meet anyone that was at least someone he could train with. Training alone was perfectly fine with him, but he himself even knew that he couldn't manage to do everything himself whether he liked it or not. The issue with him wanting to train with someone was it meant that he would end up revealing his powers to the creature he decided to train himself with. It would take a lot of time before he even remotely accepted that creature to be able to know some of the tricks that he constantly had up his sleeves. He was crafty when it came to the way of fighting, always enjoying the factor seeing the hope in the other creatures eyes when they thought that they were beating him. Having been physically tortured his entire life meant that he had a hig pain tolerance, and him getting knocked around usually did little to no damgae to him. Not like the animal that was attacking him could even know something like that. Thank to the way that his mind worked while he was living inside of a clan, his mind was constantly going here and there. The assassin probably thought a little bit too much all the time, causing him unnecessary stress all the time as he constantly thought about worst case scenario of what could happen while he lived in this group. He had managed to keep himself secret so far, but it was becoming more and more difficult for him to get rid of the damn itch that he was having recently. Especially with his meeting with Argus, the frustration that bubbled inside his chest seemed to be there all the time now as he didn't know why he didn't even remember the female despite her obviously remember him from somewhere.
It wasn't like him to just forget something like that. He knew that with what he was doing now, it would only be a matter of time that others figured out that he wasn't who they thought of him to be. He wasn't someone that was nice at heart, which was obvious at this point as he didn't bother being nice to others when he first met them. Finding no need to if they didn't peak his interest enough. At the same time, he was probably doing a little bit of an overkill when it came to attacking the Typhoon member. Yet despite him thinking that he should calm himself down and just injure the female a little bit here and there, he realized that his body wasn't exactly listening to him. He wanted to kill, for the first time in a long time. His planned at worked though, at least for the most part. He didn't end up hurting her to the point that he had drawn blood yet, but he had at least given a couple bruises if he hit her the correct way. The albino serval watched as one of the female's paws came toward him, and used one of his arms to deflect her arm by hitting it away. Next came the bird, which he honestly wasn't expecting. The other had a broken wing after all and probably wouldn't be much help against a wildcat that literally could eat birds whenever they wanted. Hearing her words, his brow furrowed and a low growl escaped his jaws. "She won't die. I slowed down her bleeding considerably." Killua called back as he watched as the caracal began to struggle with the bird. Sadly, the assassin didn't believe in anyone else's skill to be able to take someone down. Killua watched as the other was risking to pull her own flesh to try and get away from the bird. Killua had positioned himself to be slightly on the side, looking for an opening that he could take. If he had wanted to while the female was dealing with the bird, he could have delivered a lethal blow. But now? He wasn't sure if he really wanted to kill her. Maybe he could drag some information from her instead. His speed was easily quicker than that of a caracal, his speed only rivaled by that of a full grown cheetah. There was no expression on Killua's face as he rushed after the Typhoon member, running behind her, and with his metal claws he would aim to slash forward, aiming to slice through the tendon of the female's back right leg. If that worked, she wouldn't be able to keep the pressure on that leg anymore, and hopefully, it would mean that she would become unbalanced and fall to the ground. If she fell to the ground, Killua would aim to sink his metal claws into the stomach of the female. Not completely sinking the lengths of his claws into the other's flesh, because he would then hit vital organs. The caracal was heavier than him, so if she decided to throw her weight around then it would make it a little bit difficult. "Now, why don't we just have a nice chat huh?" Killua's voice was laced with poison as he spoke, and there was no mercy in his eyes.
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