Cheers To the End

*Aros* · 12-08-2013, 10:41 AM

Aros turned slowly to face the small female as she once again called him a slave. The shock of the matter had worn off now, and he reexamined the female with a new, colder eye. Would this get out of hand? He was in no mood to fight, not today. He looked up just in time to see the female beside a shaking bush, fiddling amongst it's branches. Flashes of color caught his eye, the fruit of the hardy mountain plant. Had she taken something? He couldn't be sure, but his suspicion was alight. In his home land the Ingreid Clan was known for herbal warfare, but he did not know that tactic was so far spread. Beneath the calm mask of a stolid face, he was calculating.

She was smaller, aye, but clearly intelligent. She would have studied, and could probably fight quite well, to still be alive with such a sharp tongue in her mouth. Her steps were assured, balanced, but so were his own. Once his father had set a pack of pups upon him an his brothers to train them in fighting smaller, quicker opponents. He knew his basics, and he had grown stronger from then on, but he would be lying to say he was in perfect fighting form. He did not know enough about this female to determine advantage, but he still hoped it would not come to that. "You silly, angry little creature," he mused quietly. "What has happened that you think yourself so above others? You are nothing special, and neither am I. We are but mortal sacks of flesh and one day we will die, no matter what our forefathers have told us." An image of his own stern, vicious father flashed behind his eyes. He sighed and went on. "Leave me alone, wench. I want nothing to do with you. Go pester someone else." But he did not turn to walk away. He would not turn his back to one such as her.

"Speech," Thoughts,

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