Bane
Your shadows betray you
They serve me
They serve me
Bane's eyes glittered with dark amusement as Thal's dagger hovered dangerously close to his skin, the flames flickering with a tantalizing threat. The way she held herself—tiny but fierce, her blue eyes daring him—only fueled his urge to push her further. He wasn’t one to retreat from a challenge, and she seemed like the kind who’d make things interesting. The fire licked near his skin, making the heat enough to where he wanted to flinch... Something he would surely have to ensure didn't get further burned. (A healer is going to be the next visit from him)
He took a step closer, his grin widening as he moved like a shadow in the flickering light.
"Don’t mind if I do," he replied smoothly, his tone playful but edged with challenge. In an instant, Bane's hand shot forward, aiming to snatch her wrist, the one holding the fiery blade. He moved like a striking panther, swift and purposeful, hoping to use her momentum against her. If he could grab hold, he’d attempt to spin her around, forcing her arm up behind her back and pressing her own blade dangerously close to her skin. "Let's see if you're as quick with your feet as you are with your blade, Captain." But he knew she had her own tricks, and the tension crackled between them, thick as smoke and just as unpredictable.
His reflexes were sharp, his dexterity honed from years of survival, and he felt a surge of adrenaline as his fingers closed in on her wrist if succeeding. His goal: to pivot her, using his strength to pull her arm up and twist her around, her back pressed against him. Doing an about - face.
He took a step closer, his grin widening as he moved like a shadow in the flickering light.
"Don’t mind if I do," he replied smoothly, his tone playful but edged with challenge. In an instant, Bane's hand shot forward, aiming to snatch her wrist, the one holding the fiery blade. He moved like a striking panther, swift and purposeful, hoping to use her momentum against her. If he could grab hold, he’d attempt to spin her around, forcing her arm up behind her back and pressing her own blade dangerously close to her skin. "Let's see if you're as quick with your feet as you are with your blade, Captain." But he knew she had her own tricks, and the tension crackled between them, thick as smoke and just as unpredictable.
His reflexes were sharp, his dexterity honed from years of survival, and he felt a surge of adrenaline as his fingers closed in on her wrist if succeeding. His goal: to pivot her, using his strength to pull her arm up and twist her around, her back pressed against him. Doing an about - face.
Pain is a teacher that never forgets
Etched in the flesh
Etched in the flesh
