Don't get your hair caught in the propellor

The boy listened, frowning as his rank was mentioned. A twinge of self-doubt rolled through him but he pushed it down, supressing it. ?I?d prefer to be Militant? He spoke a slight growl rumbling through his voice. He wondered how she would react, he may have lost to his sister but that did not mean he was out for the count and the fact she seemed to think so frustrated and angered him.
The pulse of conversation vibrated around him, suggestions of war buzzing in the air and Novocaine?s expression shifted to a grin, wild eyed joy taking hold of him. The idea of war rose up within him, building perverse joy visibly inside him.