12-31-2019, 08:48 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]Was this a real conversation they were having? Were they for real? What a joke. He stares at Aurum, awaits confirmation. Can he laugh, yet?
Anywhere else and the Pittian would be dead before he could so much as breathe a word of his measly excuse. Poor kid, having to sit through that - the Pitt was a bunch of manipulators, all of them, who had silver tongues where their claws couldn't do the job. At least, that was what he'd seen secondhand. The scars on his clanmates ran deep; Kazuhira didn't need to be at the battle to know that an enemy was worth little more than scum on their boots. Father or not, there was no sympathy for the Pitt. If he were still a rogue, still operated under those dirty rules, they wouldn't offer the chance to speak; an enemy was free reign. Any word from the other side was poison. It was an opportunity to distract and attack, infiltrate with honeytongued lies.
So why was Aurum giving him a chance?
The cheetah snarls, because in his position there's nothing for him to say. Snarl's side has an odd familiarity in spite of their mere acquaintanceship. They're in a similar weight class, and he's seen her fight briefly but hard enough to decide that their skills are well matched: they could take the opponent together, easy. He's agile and armed with a knife, she's strong and unwilling to back down - all Aurum had to do was say the word, and Kydobi was a dead man. Kaz doesn't focus on the drama, just feels the weapon strapped to his inner limb, listens to the blood roaring in his ears. "Awaiting orders, Aurum."
He wants this, as bloody and bruising as it will be. Somebody ought to see him put his training to good use - maybe they'll show up to his drills if they knew he wasn't all talk. Let him show Piers that he doesn't have to be afraid, not on this side of the fight.
Anywhere else and the Pittian would be dead before he could so much as breathe a word of his measly excuse. Poor kid, having to sit through that - the Pitt was a bunch of manipulators, all of them, who had silver tongues where their claws couldn't do the job. At least, that was what he'd seen secondhand. The scars on his clanmates ran deep; Kazuhira didn't need to be at the battle to know that an enemy was worth little more than scum on their boots. Father or not, there was no sympathy for the Pitt. If he were still a rogue, still operated under those dirty rules, they wouldn't offer the chance to speak; an enemy was free reign. Any word from the other side was poison. It was an opportunity to distract and attack, infiltrate with honeytongued lies.
So why was Aurum giving him a chance?
The cheetah snarls, because in his position there's nothing for him to say. Snarl's side has an odd familiarity in spite of their mere acquaintanceship. They're in a similar weight class, and he's seen her fight briefly but hard enough to decide that their skills are well matched: they could take the opponent together, easy. He's agile and armed with a knife, she's strong and unwilling to back down - all Aurum had to do was say the word, and Kydobi was a dead man. Kaz doesn't focus on the drama, just feels the weapon strapped to his inner limb, listens to the blood roaring in his ears. "Awaiting orders, Aurum."
He wants this, as bloody and bruising as it will be. Somebody ought to see him put his training to good use - maybe they'll show up to his drills if they knew he wasn't all talk. Let him show Piers that he doesn't have to be afraid, not on this side of the fight.
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG