[M] Sir Shining Armor, If You Please

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Well, this was rather unfortunate. The wolf had gone out, alone, to try and find food and get a feel for this new environment that they settled down at for now. With the rest camping somewhere deeper into the Dampwoods, Lukos decided it was a good idea to go explore from camp all the way out to the outskirts, in detail to get an understanding for what was around that they could use or need to steer clear from. Apparently however, he had become too complacent after the tragedy that befell his family, and the world thought it fit to remind him of that.

He had gotten a little ways off, perhaps halfway through his search when he heard something in the trees. Stopping to hone his senses, the swordsman grabbed his trusty katana's hilt before a whirling noise sailed through the air and collided into him. Feeling rope wrap around him, the wolf snarled as two stones smacked against him, restricting his arms as he tried to retain balance on his legs. Bolas, of course. Effective to use, annoying to be used on. Three figures emerged from the surrounding brush, one bee-lining for him as the grey male started to howl for help and was swiftly tackled to the ground. Landing with a resounding oof, he had the fleeting thought that he might talk his way out.

"Would you-" he began before the dog on top of him began viciously pummeling his face, blow after blow raining down and snapping his head back and forth, the final fist landing square on his chest, leaving him gasping for air. With his chestplate still broken from the arrow it took before, he never thought to repair it or make a new one. Lying there as they searched him for valuables, only finding a sword to pry away, the wolf thought on how much of a fool and how careless he was for such obvious blunders. He should've learned from how close to death he came last time.

With one of the bandits examining his blade and the other two hoisting him to a sitting position, their apparent leader inspected the black metal sheath, drawing the sword to look at it's edge. "Fine piece of metal you've got here, friend. Tell me," he said, taking the sword completely out and discarding the scabbard offhandedly, pointing the blade at Lukos. "What's some old man like you doing in the middle of nowhere with no food? The knights aren't too far from here, but you don't smell like one." he noted, seeing the victim's fur beginning to turn a brighter shade of grey than the rest, his scent being far too that like a loner's to belong to any pack. A pack still existing, at least.

"Who were you calling." he asked, getting right up into yellow eyes as he pressed his own blade to Lukos' throat. What irony this was, to have a sword that wasn't even double-edged turned against him. Putting on a smile, Lukos chuckled, tilting his head. "I can't tell if you're a risk-taker or just stupid for hunting so close to the Cava-" he said, not even allowed to finish as the pommel of his hilt came crashing against the side of his head, the whole world blurring and ringing as his sudden captors repeated a question he couldn't hear now, drowned mumblings just above a watery surface as he bared his fangs and hazily glared up. Honestly, you'd think they'd be gentler to someone so scarred, even missing most of an ear. Kids these days.

Since the day that rained fire, they day they had all lost the home that they held dear, Nyx had been, a bit different. Anathema was to her, the place of her rebirth, the place where the scraps of her broken childhood self were picked up off the ground, where she was put back together and made whole and where she became something strong and awe inspiring. What she had become had turned into her greatest strength, and ultimately, it had become her greatest weakness as well. Loyalty was a double edged sword it seemed, as the people who you grew loyal to could betray you in an instant. This was what she had learned the moment her teacher, the man who taught Nyx how she could grow into someone strong enough to use her body and blood and power to protect those around her, betrayed them all, and tried to twist her loyalty and turn her against the very people she had grown to love and protect.

But she was stronger now, the female that had grown so clinging to the loyalty that she felt for the dead king had had the chain of that loyalty severed. And even as she fell to the ground, as she recovered her strength and dusted herself off from the fallout, the pure white warrior had found that she had been set free. Ash and dust had settled, the dead had been collected and their final rites performed and their cremated remains scattered in the grove of whispers, and they had been left there, the last Anathemans that would have the honor to live and die as such, as recognized by the rest of the world, but the scars that many of them continued to bear on their palms would serve as a reminder that Anathema would never truly die as long as the blood of their pack continued to run through the veins of the loners, the fighters, the survivors. Their home would never truly leave them as long as the people who fought for it never forget.

Things were certainly different now though, smaller bands of the remaining Anathemans were grouped together, camped and moving about from place to place when they could find work or to follow the herds to eat, or to capture wild horses for those that did not possess a mount. It was a more simple way of life, there was no more hierarchy save the natural respect that some warriors had earned prior, Nyx herself being a highly respected luperci from the years she had served to protect her home, but now that her duties were diminished, she felt herself able to relax for the first time in a long, long time. The worst was over.

Laying idly against a tree, whetstone running across a polished blade, the seasoned warrior watched life go by for just a moment, humming softly to herself, watching the pups play. They had overcome the worst of their injuries and had returned to simple puppy-hood, and for that Nyx gave a smile and sighed, eyes softening still. There was nothing to listen to but the chirping of spring birds and the frolicking of pups, the wind carrying with it a cry for her help that was cut short by... Springing to her feet, a wild look overtaking her sharp fiery amethyst gaze, the warrior tore off in the direction that she had heard him call from, her pupils dilated as the fur along the back of her neck bristled visibly, her newly short cropped hair doing nothing to disguise the biological display of fear aggression.

She approached with stealth and caution, the sounds of solid strikes to flesh driving her forward until she could see them. They had him sitting upright now, two guys, a mutt and a coyote, holding the grey wolf on either side while another timber wolf of comparable size but of a far inferior quality stood examining the male's Katana. The bandit smiled to reveal yellowed and broken fangs, and the white warrior reeled as he would dare to strike Lukos again right before her eyes. The audacity. Circling around behind the man, all three of them seemingly too distracted to hear the quiet shifting of earth beneath her light paws, or the shallow breeze her flared nostrils would produce upon every exhalation, the Anatheman assassin would draw a small, balanced blade from a strap on her belt, and with it, blade tip pinched between pale fingers, the vixen would let the metal fly, landing the tip deep within the wolf's back at the height that he would certainly not be able to reach with his own hands, and it sunk home with an audible shhk, the dirty brown wolf man before her letting out an infuriated and pained yell as he whirled around with Lukos' katana brandished with poor technique in his large bony hands, but Nyx had already circled back and entered the clearing behind him, the other two bandits barking their rage and alarm as Nyx burst forth, muscular legs pushing her off the ground far enough to land the force of her momentum against the katana wielders back, sending her blade the rest of the way into him as he fell forward with a wet sounding cry, beginning to gurgle and gasp there on the ground as Nyx retrieved the katana from his flailing form and circled back on the other two with sharp, challenging eyes.

"Wh-who's next?" The girl would ask, by far the smallest in the crowd, the two bandits may have laughed if she had not just killed their leader, now, they were not sure what to do as they stood dumbfounded in the moment before they would each draw some crude blade and take up a stance.

His vision began to realign, the hearing in his ears becoming less fuzz as he tried to pull his thoughts together. Charming bunch they are. Aren't they? Readjusting his posture as two heavy hands held him in place, he gave a look of contempt to their boss as the wolf began to worry that he'd have to find a way out of this on his own. He wasn't sure if his voice carried far enough, or long enough for her to find him, but he'd hoped that the white warrior caught most of it. He was rather partial to all of his body parts and functions by this point.

The other timber wolf threatened him again, placing the curved point of the sword under Lukos' chin, his breath reeking even from where Lukos sat as he spoke. Gods, I hope we don't have that to look forward to. he commented inwardly, blankly listening to the standing one say "I don't have all day you old geezer." Lukos breathed out a sigh, feeling that this man was drastically overstating his age. He had only just begun to grey with age after all, barely around the eyes and muzzle. Once his senses returned however, the man noticed something. Rather, a lack of something. There was a stillness in the air now, a silence. Whereas before he could hear some distant birds or critters dashing here and there to avoid attention, the trees around them fell completely silent, hushed as the Greyfire male had a toothy grin spread across his muzzle. It was the quiet of a predator.

Suddenly becoming very bold with his situation, Lukos smiled brightly at his captor from the other end of the sword. "See, the thing about age is that, eventually you learn what you'll come to regret. Like this." he said, the other wolf scrunching his brow, laughing lightly as he deduced that this was either a crazy old man or some form of submission. The former would've been more correct. The light whistle of metal slicing through air came to land with a squelch, as the wolf above him roared in pain, flicking the sword point away from his prisoner to face the unknown behind him. A rookie mistake.

The traveler had a very dark look about him as he continued to grin, hearing the two holding him give a cry but far too late, as the pure snowy form sailed through the wind and slammed her palm into the knife, sending the once so powerful assailant face first into a bloody demise as he gurgled the whole way down. He was glad to see Nyx hadn't lost her flair for entrances along with her restraint when it came to bloodshed. There was something very exciting about it, in a strange way.

He was suddenly forgotten about, tied up and helpless now that there was a fair fight in front of them. Well, maybe if they still had the third guy. "Told you so." he said with some pride as the crimson drained from his body. The other two were more shocked than anything, wielding their weapons in front of them like torches trying to shoo away a tiger. "Who the.." one asked in a fearful tone, as the wolf now sitting quite comfortably looked up at him. "How rude of me, I didn't answer your question. This is my mate." he said cheerfully, glee in his voice as he looked at the warrior. "Well, not officially yet." he admittedly with the forlorn shrug of the shoulders. He was suddenly feeling very good about his odds of rescue.

Speaking of, he entirely forgot that he was being ignored. Let's fix that. he thought to himself, suddenly twisting to snap at the mutt's leg, gnashing his teeth into the man's leg and thrashing it. He tasted like shit, but revenge gave it a much sweeter aftertaste. A panicked cry rang out as the man's weapon hilt came crashing down on Lukos, this time sending him reeling away with a yelp, lying on his back as things began to multiply again. Tha's a losta sunss. he thought to himself, deciding that it would be best to let Nyx handle the rest.

Blood pumped in her ears as the warrior fueled herself with adrenaline, smirking as the two remaining assailants, clearly ill equipped for any sort of fight with a trained warrior, hesitantly waved their weapons at her as if to scare her off on some fluke. The tri-colored dog made a brief yet seemingly rhetorical inquiry as to the identity of the one who had become predator to the predators, and Lukos spoke then. Good, so he was alright. This was her first thought, but as the snowy female realized just what had been said by the grey wolf, she seized up a bit out of sheer embarrassment, her face heating up as she watched them, mouth slightly agape as her eyes lost their sharp focus. "L-Lu...!" She near whined with a slight giggle in her voice, and the scrappy looking coyote tried to take advantage of this lapse in concentration as he came at Nyx, amethyst eyes darting to him and the female parrying his blow with only a slight interruption to her train of thought.

It wasn't until the thunk of metal on bone reached her ears, and the normally docile girl turned to see the grey wolf hit the ground, that her eyes once more gained that sharp, blood hungry look. "You'll r-r-regret that..." She spoke softly, this elicited a soft of masochistic laughter from the dog who's leg was now torn up and who had taken a knee on the ground beside the dazed form of the grey furred male.

"And who's going to make me little girl? You got the boss when his back was turned, you expect me to believe you can hold up against two men head on? Right, we'll take turns fucking you stupid while your man here is forced to watch, how's that sound, cunt? You ever been a mom? How'd you like us to make ya one? We'd be better for ya than this old ma-" He could not finish his taunting, a shriek overpowered the sound of his voice, and the enraged female clashed again with the coyote, masterfully evading his strikes and slicing him around the edges, little by little where she could, until the assassin gave up toying with the ill experienced swordsman and plunged Lukos' Katana deep into his stomach, leaving it there as he dropped his own blade and dropped to his knees, feebly grasping at the blade and trying to pull it back out as less and less of the tip showed protruding from his back, as more and more blood poured from the front of him, and the bloodied warrior left him for dead as she went to face the loud mouthed dog.

"P-people like you... Have h-helped me learn that I-I-I was wrong." The female spoke as she drew her own wakizashi from her hip, ears forward and tail bristling, pearly fangs bared as her voice adopted the vicious tone of a snarl. "S-s-some people..." She began, stepping towards the crippled man as he tried to force the leg to move him, who's muscle fibers had been torn asunder, the man suddenly seeming far less cocky. "Don't... d-deserve to live."

"G... GO TO HELL YOU BITCH!" He screamed, and swung his sword at her with one hand, using the other to try and drag himself backwards away from her.

And she saw Kentaro in her mind as she looked down upon him, a monster, someone who only thought, spoke, and did evil. "A-and I will always, p-protect the people I l-love, from m-m-monsters like you!" She screamed, almost like a wild cat, strength radiating from every fiber of her being, with nothing left to mediate it now that her loyalty to the dead king was killed along with him, and the morals that had been instilled in her as a child, the very ones that had prevented her from killing a monster in her "past life", even when she knew that he was irredeemably evil, but no more.

She approached him, blade held steady in one hand as the man stabbed out at her from his poor leveraged spot on the ground, the vixen warrior meeting his attack with a subtle side step and parry, and an accompanying jab at his flesh, drawing blood as the male screamed and screamed at her and continued to fight, and she, continued to toy with his life, her eyes clouded by hate for the man who had made her into what she was.

It was good to know that he could still make her laugh even amidst combat, proved him he wasn't losing his touch. He smiles cheekily as Nyx seemed to go all shy suddenly, giggling as she parried the coyote with his katana. Gods, who knew she could be so cute like that, giggling as she waved my sword around. he thought for a second, humming lightly to himself before realizing there might be some innuendo to that.

Sadly while he was correct in that there was no time like the present to bite into an unsuspecting rogue's leg, he still had no arms free to block the incoming blow, as he fell back, his vision progressing from blurry to fading. Oof, that was a good one. he thought while lying there, focusing on staying conscious as words echoed around him. It was hard to make out, but he believed that the dog who hit him was making some sort of vulgar threat to Nyx, one that had gotten his blood to bubble a bit in this lethargic state. Looking down at the now 3 other mutts, he tried what was a snarl before a loud cry rang over, to which he laid back down knowing Nyx had just said everything he wanted to.

He knew that he couldn't be lazy all day however, so the wolf slowly began to flop on his side, continuing to roll in that direction until the binding had become loose enough to wiggle out of, as he crawled to find his scabbard that was tossed to the side. Seeing the ebony metal glint in the light shining through the leaves, he made an effort to grasp it, closing a finger around its neck one at a time. Hearing a thump back and to his left, he turned to see that the coyote had collapsed to the ground, desperately cutting into the pads on his hand as the mongrel tried to undo the damage. Convenient.

Now being able to support himself on all fours, the man continued his drunken crawl over to his newfound friend/scabbard, coming to sit in front of him as he took a breather. "Oh, thank you." he said, pulling out the already partially removed sword, wiping it off on the coyotes leg before returning it to its sheath and crawling away leaving him to bleed. A little ways off, there was a sight to see. Nyx standing over the one who was just so haughtily boasting his plans for her seconds ago, reverted to a shriveling coward as he screamed for his life. As sweet as the sight was, it would have to stop before anything nasty developed from it.

Hoisting the sword as if he had the naked blade out, Lukos reached the metal end out and tapped Nyx where her tail met the small of her back, smiling softly at her. "It still hurts, I know." he said, alluding to perhaps one or several things, rising to a crouch. Suddenly however, he had an idea as he waddled over towards the two. "May I share this Nuzzles?" he asked, freeing his katana from its isolation again. "Sorry, what was it you said before? I am old as you said, and this old man just decided he needed a cane." he said malevolently, thrusting the blade's tip into his delicate groin, leaning on it heavily as he supported himself. Screams pierced the air with a sickening smile. "Going to need you to speak up, all that bashing made me hard of hearing." he said, stretching forward as he pressed the edge further into the man.

The cries died down, the cur of a man losing his voice as the agony dulled his senses. Giving Nyx a quick glance, he looked down on this sad remain of a sadder existence. "I think we're done here." he said, withdrawing the sword, only to plunge it back down as he crept to his neck alone, finally running his throat through with a twist. Listening to the last of his gurgles, Lukos gazed into his dying eyes, opening his maw to talk to the white warrior. "Nyx, if I were only to ask you one thing, it'd be this. he stated, looking back to the beautiful stained female. "Don't become me." he requested, looking down one final time to wipe the blood from his weapon before stowing it in its case, using the whole thing as a crutch. "Well, I'd like to thank you for your-" he stopped abruptly, touching the top of his head for a salute when he felt a painful wetness.

Smelling his own blood, he withdrew his hand to see that his head had been cut open from the blunt force of that last hit. All the excitement and haziness must've been masking the pain. " Huh." he said, rubbing the red liquid between his fingers. He wondered where the pain was. Ah, there it is.

He was a shriveling little excuse for a man, the Nyx from a time now dead would most certainly have taken pity on him, shown him the mercy that she believed all people deserved. Life had not been kind to her, many men had come into her life to do nothing more than to hurt her, and these wounds left scars deeper than any she bore on her skin. Men like the one who cowered beneath her now had taken everything from her, robbed her of her family, her childhood, her dignity, and her trust, but something that no vile monster would ever be able to steal from Nyx was her will to keep fighting, she was made of iron, however bent and scratched that iron may have been, her integrity as a warrior was unquestionable, and she would no longer buckle under the fear that she felt that some new monster would waltz into her life to steal something else that was precious to her.

She could not stop fighting, she could not push back the urge to make this monster feel the same fear that she had felt for so long, and she could see it in his eyes as she did so, she could see that in his eyes now, she was the monster. It hurt her to see that, but she would not stop, not until he had made retribution for his sins by offering up his own life. Nyx was a bright, beaming child once, fear had consumed her life when her family had been taken from her, then brought up in a dark place, molded and tempered into a steeled weapon by the very man she had then called father. She had grown loyal to that man and under his guidance, had grown strong enough to protect her new family, or so she thought, until another monster came along from the shadows to show her that she was not even strong enough to protect herself. When she was finally moving past that scar, however, another monster was revealed to her, the very one that showed her how to protect her home was the one that stole it from her, and she watched him take his last breath.

Now these things, these memories turned painful scars were what drove Nyx to the vile act she was performing. She never wanted to be helpless again at the hands of one of these monsters, she stabbed and sliced him, little by little taking her hatred out on this man that she had only known for a few minutes at most, and she was judging him unfit to live in the same world as she did. Her hands almost began to shake as she clenched her teeth against the unchecked fear and hatred that the actions of the man had brought to light in within her, but a sudden tap to her lower back stopped all of that. Suddenly, there was a guiding light there shining for her, and she remembered that this light was there, protecting her all along.

She dropped her weapon and took a step back, looking wearily down at the blood on her fur, the blood that she had forced others to shed, and she closed her eyes in a moment of solemn reflection of her actions, empty sword hand now clenched into a fist. Lukos had managed to get to his feet, and it was his time now to deal the killing blow. Suddenly the vixens senses returned to her, and she grimaced mildly at the screaming and gurgling of a pitiful fading existence, and she did pity him.

When he was through, the grey wolf approached Nyx and he spoke to her again, asking her one thing, in that she not become him. To this, Nyx paused to deliberate on his meaning, and deep down, she knew exactly what he meant, but instead, she simply smiled a little smug smile up at him. "I-I wont get s-so out of shape, d-don't worry~" She jabbed teasingly, her smirk suddenly turning sweet as candy and her tail wagging as she began to walk away from him to retrieve her weapons, requiring a grotesque amount of force to wrench her knife free of the first mans internals, placing a foot on his back for leverage.

"L-lets go c-clean that up." She added as she returned to the wounded grey princess, placing a careful hand on his arm and looking up the two foot gap between their faces with concerned pools of amethyst.

Holding the sheath and hilt in one hand, the male tried to give himself as much of a walking stick without completely leaning over. Nyx had dropped her sword when he traded places with her, enough blood on her hands for his account. Looking down on the oozing mess, he only held contempt and disgust for someone so purely vulgar and unapologetic. Far too often were the young postulating, trying to rule the world by all means or die trying, often meeting the latter. He held no warmth for those that would abuse and assault the unsuspecting. Before, he had called the Cavaliers self-righteous for this way of thinking. It felt that now to him to continue to do so would be projecting.

He looked to the porcelain assassin, glad that the fighting was done, but slightly mournful on what he had become. What was an eternity from now, he was young, peaceful, horrified by the prospect of harming another, pure of any cruelty beyond social teasing and rivalry. And here he was now, broken and split apart, discarding lives as they displeased him. Honestly, if anyone you'd think you know yourself. But he supposed, with a thankful smile to his hero, the change was necessary.

When they had first met, the grey wolf was nothing more than a bookworm, and she a scared girl in need of a friend. In his journey to give her that comfort, he found himself caring for her, not as he did now, but in his own way. On that same day, he had promised to her resting form, and to himself and the land they lived on, that he would protect her from all harm, with his last breath. And year after year, wound to wound, he would wring his hands and despair more as she came back battered, abused, and even broken at the worst of it all. Despite his attempts to grow stronger, to stay closer, to tear himself apart physically, emotionally, mentally just to keep this oath to this shining light.

Overshadowed, overstepped, he had never felt good enough to help, barely managing to keep up as she pressed onward, aided by those that would come to deceive, smiles that bound and gagged while all the time he sat there, with his books and his sword in the safety of his home, a volatile mess to himself every time she came back rejected by the world as he struggled to hold her more than he fought to hold himself together. Even her children, he could not protect, from their evil father or those that would do them harm like he had done to her. He would not resign himself to rot and decay on the inside by standing aside any longer.

Though he knew, he was damaged, the wolf wanted to give her everything she had lost and been stripped of, to help lift her up and show her that after all, while he had done nothing to shelter her, he was with her in it all. But now, it seemed to be Nyx herself that kept his head above the water. Staggering over to the bloodied wanderer, he took a grey hand and wiped at the filthy crimson that speckled a pure coat, smoothing away the blood as it clung to his own instead. Really, he was rather pathetic. Still, a bit of her cheer would shine through, like her teasing him about fitness. He saw the respite in her eyes, so at least Lukos knew she understood. "The fact you say that so casually is what worries me. Keep saying that and you'll owe me a training exercise too." he shot back with a flashy grin.

In a rather surreal moment, he felt that it was awkward that the two of them were having such a calm and light conversation admist the bodies of who they just slain. At least, in poor taste. But, constant bloodshed over the years will do that to you he supposed. After the fighter had retrieved her arsenal, she became rather worried with his discovery of a wound, earning her a grateful smile as she laid a concerned hand on his arm, looking up at him with crystalline eyes. "As you wish~" the male replied, coming to lean on his shining knight as they walked away from the carnage behind them. "So does this mean I'm Buttercup?"

Through all the chaos in their lives, through all the hardships and heartbreak they have suffered and would continue to suffer, here was someone who Nyx could now see had been there for her through it all, someone that, through caring so much about keeping Nyx in one piece, had himself split in two. Here was someone who had held a young Nyx through every bad dream and wiped away every tear from her eyes, someone who had shed blood for her, and who had broken down when he saw her blood shed, who had wept for her when he saw how broken she had been. Here beside the white warrior, stood the reason that her life continued on as time flowed and days and nights continued to blur together, here stood the one who truly mattered. The snowy female couldn't help but think, for a moment, what would become of her if he too, betrayed her loyalty and broke her trust, but the immediate pain in her chest was almost too much to bear, simply at the thought, and so she simply listened to what he said and gave a solemn giggle.

"W-well, we m-might all need t-to start training more... N-now that- She paused for a breath of a moment, tears just behind her eyes threatening to fill them up and spill over, "O-our home is... gone."

Pulling his arm around her, resting his elbow on her opposite shoulder and holding his arm, she resolved to support him, the porcelain doll warrior giving a truly grateful laugh as he began to wipe the mess off of her and proceeded to propose a question related to the pairs favorite book, the one with which Nyx had been taught to read by him. "O-oh come on, y-you're not that useless~" The female retorted, pulling the male onward, towards a stream, and away from the carnage that Nyx had done her best to put from her mind already, her mind drawing a veil over the scene, something that was perhaps for the best, for the sanity of the once pure hearted girl who still wished to be pure, despite the blood that threatened to drown her her whole life.

Making it to a nearby stream, the female unslung the grey male's arm from her tiny yet strong form and crouched by the waters. In the tiny pack which was slung on her belt, Nyx kept a small wooden bowl specifically for collecting water from streams when she was away from home, and now home was gone. She filled the small basin with water and motioned with an unquestionable expression for the male to stoop or sit, so that she might rinse his wound before she would give him a small bundle of cloth to keep pressed on the spot for the journey back to camp.

The wolf gave a huff, cleaning the blood from her as she became forlorn, remembering again that Anathema was gone, and that they and the witches that escaped where all that was left. "We're our home now, the others and us. Plus, that means home is mobile." he told her, even trying to help her smile on the end of it. Their business here finished, Nyx took his weight and shared it, making it easier for the man to walk forward. The only time he looked back was to think how the forest animals wouldn't go hungry around here.

Resting and relying on Nyx as they walked, laughing as she insinuated that he wasn't that useless. "Oho, so the assassin admits that she finds me lacking?" he said mischievously, noting after the fact how much his jaw hurt now. Being lead to a stream, he gave her a sly look from the side, watching for her reaction. For a while now, Pita had been poking and prodding here and there, seeing what she picked up on, what might work and what would send a fist flying towards him. Besides, he derived some small joy from provoking Nyx, and it even made everything feel like it was more normal as an added bonus.

Reaching the water's edge, he was put down on the stream's bank, sitting with his legs stretched out before him as he had his arms behind him for support. Watching the snowy figure as she produced a bowl, filling it with water before turning to him, as he leaned over for her to wash the injury. "I mean, there must be some things that you think I'm good at, right?" he asked with a playful smirk, glancing up out of the corner of his eye. Nyx offered him a bit of cloth to help stop the bleeding till they could get Innya to look at it, which he graciously took with a "Thank you, brave Sir~" and a toothy grin.

Feeling a dull pain as he pressed the fabric to the top of his head, the wolf suddenly had a thought to what just happened. "Hey Nuzzles." he asked, looking very serious all of the sudden. "Those last two, they had weapons right? Should we, go grab those?" he asked, raising a brow, not too much as to aggravate the wound though.