Neron
Oh, Neron is absolutely going to look like a pincushion by the end of this. As he sends out his ice shards he concentrates on removing the knife in his shoulder, by which time Varus has pirouetted like a fucking ballerina and another blade is lancing his way.
It hits precisely where he'd just removed the last one, causing the Ascended to look up with clear outrage on his face. "Do you fucking mind," he inquires through a laugh, though his sensors are absolutely making a bigger deal about it than he is.
Instead of ice, he chooses to launch the knives back at the other man - both of them - to see if he does a better job of dodging them than Neron has. "This isn't your first time training, is it?" he says jokingly, a fange dsmile creeping across his face. "Are you a soldier?"
It hits precisely where he'd just removed the last one, causing the Ascended to look up with clear outrage on his face. "Do you fucking mind," he inquires through a laugh, though his sensors are absolutely making a bigger deal about it than he is.
Instead of ice, he chooses to launch the knives back at the other man - both of them - to see if he does a better job of dodging them than Neron has. "This isn't your first time training, is it?" he says jokingly, a fange dsmile creeping across his face. "Are you a soldier?"
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
