No Back Stabbing

It was easy for her to ignore the stare of Rhazien, her mouth twitching at the corners, fighting to keep her expression under control. She wanted to stare back at him, wanted to show her defiance openly… but she kept her attention on Aresenn. Her fury may not have been obvious to anyone else, but her fiery friend would most likely spot it a mile away. Still, she listened, even with the fire burning in her chest.

Aresenn’s words were easy to follow. She could listen to him talk all day with that formal fucking tone. Partly to poke fun at him, partly because he was looking so distant and it thrilled her. Haha. He spoke of attack and defense as a group. How easy it was to position themselves in order to benefit each other, and make quick work of the targets. She could visualize it well, that wedge shape he spoke of; and then the two headed one spoke. Their unique form would most definitely offer the most coverage in terms of a look out, if that first head could stop being so soft. It had been easy to clock, the second head asserting to her that they were twice as effective. She merely gave a grin in return, eyes alight with amusement. Not everyday you were told off by something like that.

Absinth shifted her focus back to Aresenn’s lesson, smirking as he was speaking on the allocation of targets. To which she spoke up, just as the freak had - making a suggestion of her own. “Bait sounds fun, I like when my enemies want a piece of me. Makes the ambush part all the more rewarding.” Absinth hummed, fighting her urge to peek over at Rhazien.
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