Remnant of the Past

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-05-2012, 10:52 PM

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He knew she would attack again by the look in her eye. Had his words had any sway on her that hungry look would have gone from her, not turned into one of annoyance. He watched her carefully for it as she laughed at him again. Then she spoke and he couldn’t help but feel anger at her words. Not at the weakness she spoke of or the notion of how powerful the fools of Vinátta or Salsola were but at how true her remark about his own weakness felt. He already felt like a fool for falling prey to fears from his child hood but then he also realized that he had no weapons to use in a battle like this one. His bow was useless this close. It was why he loved to carry daggers. Daggers he would have had had his childish co-leader not taken them from him. Why had she done it? To instate her dominance over him? Because they had once belonged to this dog? It certainly wasn’t because of the innocent blood upon them for she had taken his blade knowing full well it carried the same trait. But it mattered little now. All that mattered was he was vulnerable where he would not have been because of her. He could die here under Amy’s claws because of her.

But he would not be shamed by the dog. Even acknowledging his own thoughts of regret for pursuing X’yrin’s love in the place of her supposed “weakness”. Amy knew not what she spoke about but struck nerves anyway. Her attack came and he was ready. Unfortunately ready didn’t prove to be enough this time. The ex-assassin was able to stop the slap from connecting with a raised gauntlet but his wounded legs would not move as fast as he commanded. His knee buckled again and shin cramped painfully all while he was forced to watch as she hooked his leg and brought him easily off balance. The impact of his body against the ancient wood felt like them might have shaken the very foundations of the house.

He was pinned before he could tell what was happening, the other assassin distracting him with a rather solid punch to the jaw and then easily taking advantage of his wounded limbs. But instead of wince with the pain he snarled at her. His lips pulled back and bared sharp teeth in anger. The Issum was pinned but not broken. He snapped uselessly at her face. And if I give you nothing?? He growled darkly at her, a rumble that she could no doubt feel as it vibrated from the center of his chest. He pulled painfully against her grip. You would take my life without a fight? Like a coward?! In his rage the logical, don’t-piss-off-the-killer mentality evaporated. It was only his defiant and angered blue that cut into the Blond demon now.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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