Eli
Was it okay? Of course it wasn't okay. What sort of sane, ordinary person beats a man half to death for an attempted mugging. He sneered a little, eyes looking over to her. No, she didn't understand, civilians didn't understand. They never did.
"What- do you want to help me? Is that it? I'm fine. I'm not sure how it's the concern of a random woman I just met quite honestly." In many ways he was like a dog backed into a corner, lashing out at anyone trying to help him. He exhaled, hands running over each set of knuckles, wincing just a little as he looked down to inspect his bruised, bloody knuckles. He had beaten the man so much and so hard the skin had torn from each impact. They still ached, and he very much knew they'd ache for a good while longer.
Pondering he looked at her properly. "I'm fine, I just need to find someone or something to treat my hands and I'll be chipper." He didn't sound chipper, or look it. He was scowling, brooding at the world; rubbing his knuckles again one last time, he let out a long sigh rolling his shoulders back in the process, that feeling of paranoid alertness not allowing him to push her fully out of his vision, especially with that little pet she had.
"What- do you want to help me? Is that it? I'm fine. I'm not sure how it's the concern of a random woman I just met quite honestly." In many ways he was like a dog backed into a corner, lashing out at anyone trying to help him. He exhaled, hands running over each set of knuckles, wincing just a little as he looked down to inspect his bruised, bloody knuckles. He had beaten the man so much and so hard the skin had torn from each impact. They still ached, and he very much knew they'd ache for a good while longer.
Pondering he looked at her properly. "I'm fine, I just need to find someone or something to treat my hands and I'll be chipper." He didn't sound chipper, or look it. He was scowling, brooding at the world; rubbing his knuckles again one last time, he let out a long sigh rolling his shoulders back in the process, that feeling of paranoid alertness not allowing him to push her fully out of his vision, especially with that little pet she had.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum." - If you want peace, prepare for war.
