Chasing Scars

Her taunts were sweet and reminded him of their fights in the Guild when she sometimes just wouldn't shut the fuck up. Of course he was usually able to knock her on her ass and make her blush profusely just by pinning her to the ground. Now that she didn't know who he was, now that she wasn't sixteen anymore... Now that she was married, the odds of her getting flustered by him had dropped. Wasn't like he needed that from her anyway. He could get his fix from her in other ways. It had personally hurt him to make the magnificent blade lodge in the tree, but it was a necessary evil to get her to calm down for even three seconds. He loved that blade. Thought it one of his best works and almost kept it for himself, but messing with her mind was just too good to pass up. Another necessary evil. He waited for her on the branch until Ashetta hauled herself up to one of her own. Kalt was looking for an equal chance. This wasn't so he could just continuously show her she couldn't hold up to him. No, this was training. Any good training session teaches the trainer and trainee, so he was waiting, observing, taking in his surroundings to chart dozens of possible paths in the mental map he was creating. He remained terrifyingly still, fingers bracing himself between his legs, as he brought his eyes back to her in time to see her lurch forward. Without hesitation, he sprung to the side, immediately leaping from his branch to the next one, ensuring to land close enough to the trunk to catch himself if the wood wasn't as sturdy as he would have liked. Thankfully, the branches seemed strong. The green uniform he wore had been amazing for Northwind's green forests, but this land provided little in the area of camouflage. Grey and brown would've been better suited for the mostly bare trees. Either way, it wouldn't matter if she was able to keep up with him. He actually hoped that she would. In fact, Kalt's ego took a minor hit that she didn't recognize him. Eleven years of working closely together, but she still didn't recognize his style. Pity that, but he wouldn't get hung up on it. Plenty of time later for his dramatic reveal. kalt give into the night.