Rush

Lel was cocksure, a god in his own mind and as invincible as one, or so he thought. The older woman?s outward displeasure did little to faze him, he nearly shifted in closer when she spoke her words giving him some pause. He had to chuckle. ?Then it is luck perhaps.? He sneered, up at her, he would not be beaten not at a game he considered his own. ?Though for whom I can?t say yet??
She spoke again and he shook his head with a single rough bark of laughter. ?Only on days when it decides to wear a visage as pretty as it has today.? He was unaware of any danger he might be in with this woman. She was older yes, but he was sure could hold his own, no matter who he faced. He sauntered a step or two away from her, turning his back in a show of his confidence before suddenly spinning around again.
Settling upon his haunches, the sneer still plastered upon his face he spoke again. ?So what face has death chosen today hmm?? He would ask her name of her, he would be sure to remember it.