Speed Racer by Her’s

“That’s rather a broad spectrum of taste. Not very unique” he teased her lightly as the battle came to an end. He as the clear victor. In truth, he needed the win. Now that he was the Warlord, the stakes had raised and the pressure was on. He could feel it building inside of him every passing day. This fight had been a nice respite, a release of it. But it was over now, and he was almost regretful of it. It had been too quick, and not enough bloodshed.

He bared his fangs at her in a smile. “If you ever want a rematch, you can find me in the Armada. For you, I’ll find the time.” He promised her.


"Basilisk Fatalis"