This Is Not Child's Play

He watched her carefully. Condescendingly even. He looked down on her. While one might have considered her pretty, she was. Sort of. The sort of part being that she was too young. Not that he was old himself but she was hardly a yearling it seemed. Her words didn't bother him for the most part. It wasn't until she said something about his mom that he instantly bristled and his teeth bared, a snarl ripping from his throat. "You know nothing about my mother! She's taught me more than you know you little brat! And you're going to regret even saying that!" He briefly wondered if his brother would have reacted differently. If he would have gotten this pissed about it or not. But he wasn't his brother. He was different than his calmer, more levelheaded sibling. All the pain and turmoil and guilt he felt over not being able to help heal her from the sickness that took hold of her body began to consume him, and this little brat would be the outlet that he didn't know he needed.

He immediately launched himself from the ledge he was on, aiming to land squarely on the kid or at least close enough to knock into her and force her off balance. A guttural snarl erupted from him, and whether he was successful or not he sought to wrap his forelegs around her hips or wherever he could grasp in an effort to help shove her to the ground. His jaws opened, teeth aiming to score across her back in a vicious manner. To draw blood and make her cry out in pain.

All he saw right now was red as the pain fueled him on. In his minds eye, he could see his mothers kind face. Her sweet and soothing words. Her...whole and healthy. He could feel the bite of tears pricking his eyes, and it only served to anger him for what this girl had said. She didn't know him. She didn't know his mother. Didn't know the way she had desperately clung to life to keep from leaving them. Didn't know how long she tried to be there for them for as long as she could before her illness inevitably tore her away from them...

He thought about the distance between him and Iroh. How much time they had lost together. How they both seemed to walk different paths. About how Malleus died. How the Empire seemed to barely hold onto its seams. He didn't know it now, but it had all piled up and now he was taking it out on this girl. A girl whose name he didn't know, and didn't care to know. A girl who had seemingly offended him simply by claiming his mother hadn't taught him well enough. Or at least...that's how he'd taken it. It didn't matter to Zagan though. Whether he was in the right or wrong. All he wanted to do was feel something other than the emotional pain he felt. He'd take whatever consequence he had to if it meant he could distract himself from the pain of it all.

WC: 522
Total: 1,110/1,500

Zagan Abraxas vs Memento Mori for maim (scarring on her back)
Round 1/?
Age: 1yr
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: N/A