trauma can be illuminating

Luckily for him, his call was quickly answered by a willing participant. He saw her silhouette appear along the horizon, snaking her way through the terrain and towards him. He inhaled deeply, taking note of the scents in the air, and focusing on the identifiable perfume that clung to her body. As she approached, Rhazien was already sizing her up and analyzing the skeletal gear she wore on her body and head. It wasn’t a foreign concept to him- he just hadn’t seen something so close to home in these lands yet.

Medusa was her name, and she was ready to fight him. “Oh my, interesting git up you have...." He retorted, leaving the thought open for now. Usually, Rhazien only fought women when he wanted them in his bed- but that didn’t mean he would pass up the opportunity to spar. If she felt that she could go up against a man then so bet it. He wouldn’t be going easy on her. "I'd love to take it off of you later." A sly smirk contorted his features, and without warning he lunged forward, wanting to use his weight to topple over her. They were nearly the same height, but she was scrawnier than him, which he hoped would aid him in throwing his weight around. In sync, splayed jaws snapped towards her lower neck, where her upper shoulder was connected and there was a small break in her bone armor.  

"Speech"