( He's braced, he's ready, his blood is up and his heart pounding in his chest the way it only does when his body knows it's about to fight, to kill. Killing is the only true purpose he's known, the only right thing he's ever known and been rewarded for. He's ready for it now.
He's certainly not ready for the bolt of lightning that comes springing out of her palm, and he can't keep himself from snarling: )
Seven Hells, can every bloody wench in this world do fucking magic?!
( He's thrown off enough that he doesn't think to fight the petite hand gripping at his wrist; certainly he's strong enough to fend it off and not let himself be moved, but she pulls so urgently he's rendered just bewildered enough to follow her out the door before his feet finally grind to a halt and plant themselves outside of the homestead. At last, he wrenches his arm free of her. )
The fuck are you doing?! You think I need your help? For fuck's sake, you stupid child, do as you're told and leave, before I kill you myself!
( Behind him, something slams into the closed door. He presses his back against it, holding it shut. )
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He's certainly not ready for the bolt of lightning that comes springing out of her palm, and he can't keep himself from snarling: )
Seven Hells, can every bloody wench in this world do fucking magic?!
( He's thrown off enough that he doesn't think to fight the petite hand gripping at his wrist; certainly he's strong enough to fend it off and not let himself be moved, but she pulls so urgently he's rendered just bewildered enough to follow her out the door before his feet finally grind to a halt and plant themselves outside of the homestead. At last, he wrenches his arm free of her. )
The fuck are you doing?! You think I need your help? For fuck's sake, you stupid child, do as you're told and leave, before I kill you myself!
( Behind him, something slams into the closed door. He presses his back against it, holding it shut. )