I take everything seriously,
Compared to the limited time Zavien's trained with the Dragoons so far, he thinks Flora does a pretty good job at absorbing the impact. He's tempted to return her cheeky smile, the excitement infectious, but her goading is enough to make him flinch. Part of him wants to argue, citing her obvious inexperience with the pads and her being a queen (and a woman) and him being bigger and his emotions being heightened and a million other reasons, yet Zavien realizes that he needs this. The first punch had taken a bit of the itch away, but his body screams to move. And Flora doesn't look like someone who will take 'no' as an answer.
Sighing in defeat, he levels her with a serious, pleading look. "Fine. But please let me know if I need to back off." His expression isn't demeaning, just sincere concern that he might accidentally hurt her.
He shakes out his shoulders before tightening each muscle, taking off the metaphorical gloves before lunging forward for a hard strike with his right arm. Just as she instructed, his thoughts go to the idiots in the tower, beating on a defenseless man. The rage returns in full force, bringing a steely expression to his face, his eyes deepening to a dangerous shade of green. The outside world drifts away, leaving only him and Flora, circling each other in the ring. Yet he doesn't see the queen, he is only picturing each blow wracking the man's body, leaving trails of blood and bruises that are completely undeserved. Not waiting for her response to his first punch, Zavien reaches out with his left fist to follow.
Sighing in defeat, he levels her with a serious, pleading look. "Fine. But please let me know if I need to back off." His expression isn't demeaning, just sincere concern that he might accidentally hurt her.
He shakes out his shoulders before tightening each muscle, taking off the metaphorical gloves before lunging forward for a hard strike with his right arm. Just as she instructed, his thoughts go to the idiots in the tower, beating on a defenseless man. The rage returns in full force, bringing a steely expression to his face, his eyes deepening to a dangerous shade of green. The outside world drifts away, leaving only him and Flora, circling each other in the ring. Yet he doesn't see the queen, he is only picturing each blow wracking the man's body, leaving trails of blood and bruises that are completely undeserved. Not waiting for her response to his first punch, Zavien reaches out with his left fist to follow.
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
