01-02-2020, 01:02 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]He bristles, a little impatient, and casts another half-glance between the opposing parties. Did Aurum always talk that much? Damn, Kaz thought he liked the sound of his own voice sometimes.
I am not a bad man. Oh-ho-ho, now they were getting philosophical? He’d need a drink and a proper sit-down to discuss what, exactly, constituted bad, because slavery and torture definitely weren’t holy virtues - but Aurum seemed to have it under control with his verbal dressing-down.
He wants Kydobi all for himself. Or, rather - he wants to be the one that wipes that smugly victimized look off the bastard’s face. He gets his chance when the Proxy’s low growl evolves into a heightened screech, ordering an attack, telling the giant fucking bug to fuck off on the side. In all honesty, Kazuhira wasn’t very well equipped for this situation, but that wasn’t going to stop him from giving a valiant effort all the same.
Snarl’s already moving, and he falls into rhythm beside her. Easily he slips his weapon from its sheath - but there’s another scream before he can go for the Pittian’s throat, anguish ringing in his ears and pounding in his skull. He’s momentarily distracted (a fatal flaw, his lack of defense against the magical sort) and casts a sharp glance around to spot the interloper. Another Tangler? He thought Aurum made it clear that they weren’t here to discuss peacemaking - the cheetah growls against the pounding in his head, shakes off the distraction.
But when he turns around, there’s a flash of fire - this place is a goddamn circus, he thinks distantly - and then.
Nothing.
The Pittian’s gone. Escaped before he could stick around to take any damage. Kazuhira swears something elaborate in his native tongue; his jaw locks around the handle and he whips around. He’s going to put Kiira in the ground for that, he thinks, misdirected rage seeking an outlet from where it burns in his chest. While the scene behind him is chaos, it’s hard not to lock in on the monstrous cicada that still lingers, hesitant, on the scene. They don’t look like they’re even aware of what they’re doing, here - they must be some kind of attack dog, brainwashed by the mind games Kydobi probably used to keep everyone under his thumb. But, fuck it. Ethics were out the window after all that monologuing from the Pittian himself. He still wants blood.
The dragon-cicada-thing is already trying to take off at its handler’s orders. Leroy’s locked in, and probably going to end up a few meters off the ground if he doesn’t let go. There’s a split second where Kaz doesn’t know what he wants first: to cleave through the dragon’s underbelly with a sharp knife, or get their General to safety before he can take any serious damage. He lunges before he can decide.
The dragon’s unsteady ascent keeps them low enough for Kaz to reach with enough momentum. He charges, throwing all his effort into running like a cheetah ought to - and with a single leap (graceless, they don’t have enough time or space to make something elegant out of these maneuvers), Kaz attempts to throw Leroy off. It’s for his own good, really. He’ll break his legs, dropping from that height. He’s already accepted that he’ll take the brunt of the damage (now and later - Leroy probably won't be pleased), twisting to keep the General from hitting the ground before him; if he’s still breathing in a few seconds, he’ll pick up his knife and go for the cicada again. Or - maybe Snarl will. It doesn’t matter anymore, not with their real target having slipped through the cracks so soon.
I am not a bad man. Oh-ho-ho, now they were getting philosophical? He’d need a drink and a proper sit-down to discuss what, exactly, constituted bad, because slavery and torture definitely weren’t holy virtues - but Aurum seemed to have it under control with his verbal dressing-down.
He wants Kydobi all for himself. Or, rather - he wants to be the one that wipes that smugly victimized look off the bastard’s face. He gets his chance when the Proxy’s low growl evolves into a heightened screech, ordering an attack, telling the giant fucking bug to fuck off on the side. In all honesty, Kazuhira wasn’t very well equipped for this situation, but that wasn’t going to stop him from giving a valiant effort all the same.
Snarl’s already moving, and he falls into rhythm beside her. Easily he slips his weapon from its sheath - but there’s another scream before he can go for the Pittian’s throat, anguish ringing in his ears and pounding in his skull. He’s momentarily distracted (a fatal flaw, his lack of defense against the magical sort) and casts a sharp glance around to spot the interloper. Another Tangler? He thought Aurum made it clear that they weren’t here to discuss peacemaking - the cheetah growls against the pounding in his head, shakes off the distraction.
But when he turns around, there’s a flash of fire - this place is a goddamn circus, he thinks distantly - and then.
Nothing.
The Pittian’s gone. Escaped before he could stick around to take any damage. Kazuhira swears something elaborate in his native tongue; his jaw locks around the handle and he whips around. He’s going to put Kiira in the ground for that, he thinks, misdirected rage seeking an outlet from where it burns in his chest. While the scene behind him is chaos, it’s hard not to lock in on the monstrous cicada that still lingers, hesitant, on the scene. They don’t look like they’re even aware of what they’re doing, here - they must be some kind of attack dog, brainwashed by the mind games Kydobi probably used to keep everyone under his thumb. But, fuck it. Ethics were out the window after all that monologuing from the Pittian himself. He still wants blood.
The dragon-cicada-thing is already trying to take off at its handler’s orders. Leroy’s locked in, and probably going to end up a few meters off the ground if he doesn’t let go. There’s a split second where Kaz doesn’t know what he wants first: to cleave through the dragon’s underbelly with a sharp knife, or get their General to safety before he can take any serious damage. He lunges before he can decide.
The dragon’s unsteady ascent keeps them low enough for Kaz to reach with enough momentum. He charges, throwing all his effort into running like a cheetah ought to - and with a single leap (graceless, they don’t have enough time or space to make something elegant out of these maneuvers), Kaz attempts to throw Leroy off. It’s for his own good, really. He’ll break his legs, dropping from that height. He’s already accepted that he’ll take the brunt of the damage (now and later - Leroy probably won't be pleased), twisting to keep the General from hitting the ground before him; if he’s still breathing in a few seconds, he’ll pick up his knife and go for the cicada again. Or - maybe Snarl will. It doesn’t matter anymore, not with their real target having slipped through the cracks so soon.
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG