YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT HIT YOU | {OPEN, RETURNING GURU, INJURIES}

[Revan]

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

Darth Revan — Male — The Typhoon — House Acolyte — Very Difficult

Revan made himself present at the sound of Killua's announcement, walking over at a rather brisk pace. Perhaps he would have been quicker if not for the presence of Argus already clearly having stepped up to question the Snowbounder. What exactly had happened didn't really concern the black feline in any way really. He couldn't care less. It was pertinent information to the rest of Typhoon, their captain specifically, but the explanation for the event was bothersome at best and distracting at worse. He was there to kill and heal. If Argus was going to handle the first option then he'd be relegated to the second option, eyes falling upon the injured form of Guru.

The metal masked Sith slowly walked over, examining Guru's body quickly with a cursory glance. The female was certainly roughed up, but the actual wounds themselves weren't fatal. Debilitating? Likely, at least for awhile. But Killua hadn't lied about that much unless she'd been poisoned, something he couldn't exactly tell visually without some sort of symptom exposing itself first. For now though it appeared that Guru had been returned in good faith, alive and kicking in the future. With at least three of her legs that was. It appeared like she had an injured tendon, but the severity of it was hard to tell. Regardless none of her wounds weren't pressing enough to give his entire attention to while the Snowbounder was still present.

The one who had come was a child in age, but the look upon his face and the words that fell from his maw said otherwise. Revan narrowed his eyes from behind the visor, metal mask obscuring any expression and slightly distorting his voice. "That's unfortunate news for the child I suppose. Then again if she was perhaps stronger, perhaps faster, perhaps smarter... She wouldn't have been in that situation to begin with," the Sith began with words that held a prodding challenge, a taunt to the child who was brimming with anger. "Thankfully there are still selfless heroes like you in the world. Isn't that right?" Revan continued, head tilting to the side in question underneath the hooded cloak. For someone who knew how the body worked, especially for felines like himself, reading Killua's body language was childs play. That was of course why he pressed on the building frustration from the other male.

#psychosocial.