Don't poke the bear-wolf
11-19-2014, 08:13 PM
"Hmmmm," he rumbled in thought. How far exactly had he drug the ram? "Quite a ways," Valentine said vaguely. "I took it just outside Stylianos crypt." Sure, he could have left it there, but it seemed like such a waste, especially when he had a pack of wolves who would probably not object to a meal. Mercy's answers pleased him, her statement about defending Imperium in particular. Mischief brightened his countenance modestly as an idea struck him. "Combat training, huh?" He murmured, eying the Tribune playfully. He stepped away from the ram and turned to face Mercy head on. "Let's see it, then. Show me what you've learned so far." "Speaking" "Thinking" |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.