Indiana Bones

The kid's enthusiasm drew a strangled guffaw from Chaos as he snuck a glance over at him, a guffaw that he quickly hid beneath a faked cough of his own. God, had he ever been so young? To make up for any hurt feelings the inadvertent laugh may have caused, he quickly told the boy, "I wouldn't think you'd need any more weapons with all the firepower you were born with. Thought I was lucky to be born with just these fangs, but you managed to game the system and get those and some claws too. You're going to be a damn good fighter if that's what you decide to do." Not that he could imagine the kid not wanting to be a fighter, considering who'd fathered them both.