[Nukie's post]
Victor snarled at En, his knuckles cracking and his face reddening with rage. His fingers twitched as he tried to slow down his breathing, which was heaving out of in thick gasps. He's not worth it. He's just some street rat with a smart mouth. Walk away, before you really regret it.
Victor sighed, pushed his hair back, and smirked at En. "You know, I wish I had time for you. But I'm afraid you're on the bottom of my list of priorities." Not the most brisk comeback, but a comeback all the same. Victor had no doubt he was outmatched in both wits and strength. He hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before.
At least you'll die protecting the musicians honor. That's something, isn't it?
Victor thought it was. One good punch and he would be knocked out, left in the street to die on an empty stomach. Oh well. Life had been a bitch; might as well put up a good fight. However, before he could attempt to hit this strange boy, his new lady friend stepped in to defend him. His heart warmed at this tiny kindness. It was more than he could have ever asked for.
Just then, a gigantic black helicopter flew over the trio, blowing gusts of icy wind into Victor’s skinny frame. He cringed; his bones felt as if they might freeze. He grabbed a hold of his shoulders and shivered violently, his eyes closed in a mixture of pain and astonishment. However, this cold gust of wind broke the spell of bravado over him.
What the fuck was I thinking? Dying over some musician? Oh God, did she enchant me with a spell or some shit?
Victor recognized the insignia all too well. He gritted his dirty teeth in disgust. Looking at that black machine of death made the cold wind even colder; Victor felt as if he was standing in a snowstorm that raged violently around him.
He heard Elywen talking about shelter, and he nodded, offering her a small smile of understanding. He extended his hand out to En, twisting his fingers into only a slightly menacing gesture. "Look, I'm willing to have a truce. Let’s just get out of here, OK?"
Victor snarled at En, his knuckles cracking and his face reddening with rage. His fingers twitched as he tried to slow down his breathing, which was heaving out of in thick gasps. He's not worth it. He's just some street rat with a smart mouth. Walk away, before you really regret it.
Victor sighed, pushed his hair back, and smirked at En. "You know, I wish I had time for you. But I'm afraid you're on the bottom of my list of priorities." Not the most brisk comeback, but a comeback all the same. Victor had no doubt he was outmatched in both wits and strength. He hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before.
At least you'll die protecting the musicians honor. That's something, isn't it?
Victor thought it was. One good punch and he would be knocked out, left in the street to die on an empty stomach. Oh well. Life had been a bitch; might as well put up a good fight. However, before he could attempt to hit this strange boy, his new lady friend stepped in to defend him. His heart warmed at this tiny kindness. It was more than he could have ever asked for.
Just then, a gigantic black helicopter flew over the trio, blowing gusts of icy wind into Victor’s skinny frame. He cringed; his bones felt as if they might freeze. He grabbed a hold of his shoulders and shivered violently, his eyes closed in a mixture of pain and astonishment. However, this cold gust of wind broke the spell of bravado over him.
What the fuck was I thinking? Dying over some musician? Oh God, did she enchant me with a spell or some shit?
Victor recognized the insignia all too well. He gritted his dirty teeth in disgust. Looking at that black machine of death made the cold wind even colder; Victor felt as if he was standing in a snowstorm that raged violently around him.
He heard Elywen talking about shelter, and he nodded, offering her a small smile of understanding. He extended his hand out to En, twisting his fingers into only a slightly menacing gesture. "Look, I'm willing to have a truce. Let’s just get out of here, OK?"
