Warrior's Glory
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Hybrid rolled his eyes when the girl tried to rebut his comments. Her whining made his fur stand on end and her petulant tone made him dislike her even more. No matter what, he would not train this stupid little girl. After all, it wasn't even his job anymore. He was the Tessarius now — the night guard. His sole duties were keeping Inferni protected when no one else would. While he was not the last line of defense, he was certainly not a dedicated warrior anymore. He no longer had the sort of responsibilities she thought he had. He would be able to finally be able to keep to himself and ignore everyone else who didn't matter.

His annoyance proportionality with her insolence. An ass? Had no discipline? Who the fuck was she kidding? Of any member of Inferni, he was perhaps the most disciplined: he lived by a strict set of rules and never compromised. He supposed this little worthless girl wouldn't ever know about having principles. He didn't think he could ever explain it to her in a way she'd understand. He doubted she could ever comprehend such abstract thought. The members of Inferni really were getting dumber.


When she extrapolated her thoughts if she were leader, Hybrid snapped.


“NEVER say that again. You are not leader; Gabriel is, and don't you FUCKING forget it,” he bellowed. He made a tight turn, casting a glance over his shoulder before moving quickly and launching an attack. His movements were clean and small and his attack was aimed to come from the bottom so he could immediately grab her throat and rip it out. Hybrid always fought to kill.


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