08-07-2008, 12:31 PM
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Lol at weird and dangerous situation, rather =P
Complying silently, obediently, he returned the sword to its special-made hilt within his pack, the unassuming burlap pouch from which he had produced the healing implements which had helped Iskata after her fight with Gabriel. She sounded angry, but he knew how to disarm her if she came at him again...though he wasn't confident that he would be able to stop her before getting a cut or two, he didn't think she could kill him easily even if he put his weapon away.
"Of course, I don't draw weapons on pack-mates when given the choice. We stumbled upon one another in the dark and jumped to conclusions, that's all." His voice was calm, measured, without the relaxed tone he'd spoken in for his entire stay before this. It was not Asmodai the vagabond, but Asmodai the warrior of GreyClaw, whose entire life had been dedicated to perfecting his combat abilities.
"Will you not put your weapon away also?" There was no challenge or mockery, but it was clear by his manner that they would not be able to talk freely until all blades were put to rest in their sheaths or, in the case of his sword, scabbards.
Lol at weird and dangerous situation, rather =P
Complying silently, obediently, he returned the sword to its special-made hilt within his pack, the unassuming burlap pouch from which he had produced the healing implements which had helped Iskata after her fight with Gabriel. She sounded angry, but he knew how to disarm her if she came at him again...though he wasn't confident that he would be able to stop her before getting a cut or two, he didn't think she could kill him easily even if he put his weapon away.
"Of course, I don't draw weapons on pack-mates when given the choice. We stumbled upon one another in the dark and jumped to conclusions, that's all." His voice was calm, measured, without the relaxed tone he'd spoken in for his entire stay before this. It was not Asmodai the vagabond, but Asmodai the warrior of GreyClaw, whose entire life had been dedicated to perfecting his combat abilities.
"Will you not put your weapon away also?" There was no challenge or mockery, but it was clear by his manner that they would not be able to talk freely until all blades were put to rest in their sheaths or, in the case of his sword, scabbards.