he's gonna do a superhero landing

*Valentine* · 10-12-2018, 06:20 PM

Valentine shot Rhyme a warning glance when his son growled at him. He hadn't had much to begin with, but age had chipped away at what little tolerance he had for disrespect. The old king had a bit of a double standard, sure, but he liked to think that he only took what was owed him. It just so happened he was owed a helluva lot.

In response to Rhyme's plea, he merely harrumphed and eyed the younger Imperialis. It was a bad idea. Those Destructions could want revenge as much as he did - want it more, even - but what did that matter if they were worthless in a fight? Were they just going to wish themselves successful? No, if Valentine had his guess the pack was still full of useless plant gathering hippies - how else could that jackass Abraxas guy have kept them in line? No, any wolf who could sit on their ass for year and let someone walk all over them was beyond useless in his eyes. He didn't want a single one at his side against the slavers. They - not age or disease or a fucking heart attack - would get him killed.

"So you would fill our ranks with wolves based on their desire for revenge and their love of a wronged relative? Tell me, how many of them have fighting experience? And I don't mean 'chased a coyote off a kill' or 'drew a little blood in a spar'. Real fight experience. How about that cousin of yours, eh? What kind of a fighter is she?" Valentine shook his head disapprovingly. "You put inexperienced fighters against experienced ones and you end up on the losing side. Period."

He studied his son for a moment, then asked, "Let me ask you this: are you prepared to lose Shaye? Because if you can't answer my question with confidence, if you can't tell me she's a capable fighter, you're probably going to lose her to the slavers."

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