You wait for him to get up before following him, not leaving him much time to look around at all. You grab him by the arm. This wasn’t the right time to dawdle around, now.
You can look around later.
After I am finished wwith you.
> You dislike the tone of his voice. You nod anyway when he grabs you, gritting your teeth slightly.
Then let’2 move on.
You lead him over towards the shore, where you have your ship docked. You are still smiling, even when you turn to tell him to get up by the ladder on the side of the ship, stepping aside and waiting for him to ascend.
I see you aren’t stupid.
Iit wouldn’t 8e worth iit.
> You keep your voice indifferent as you approach the ladder. You hoist yourself up, step back slightly, and then peer down at him through narrowed eyes, your teeth bared at him. You glance around a moment- The build of a ship is familiar to you albeit with some difficulty. Something you read in Twinhorn’s journal before, you suppose.
You turn, slowly, ears flicking back to catch his steps behind you. If he moves out of line, you will know.
If you take one step into the wwrong direction, I’ll match our scars, if you get wwhat I mean.
Ii can a22ume.
> You roll your eyes at his comment but trail along behind him, claws curling into your palms and a look of annoyance on your face.
You keep the blade at his stomach, digging it in a little. That little smile on your face widened a little.
Then I see no reason to delay thins further.
Come wwith me.
> You grit your teeth when the swordpoint digs into your stomach, trying hard to ignore it.
Lead the way.
> Your tone is dripping with contempt as you reply.
You pick the weapon up, quickly pocketing it. You would return it.
Later.
For now, you’d make the most of this situation. Still smiling, you pointing your sword to his stomach.
Anythin else?
> You watch disdainfully as he takes your favored weapon, glancing from the sword tip to his face and back.
No. Nothiing.
> That’s complete honesty, too.
You smile, exposing your fangs to him.
Good good. Then you’ll knoww wwhat’s next. Do you havve any other wweaons wwith you?
Any kind.
> You bare your teeth when he exposes his fangs, scowling.
N-
> You catch yourself from replying. You do not want to part with your dagger. It’s been a reliable weapon for sweeps and if you’re stuck with your claws and teeth you’ll be just as fucked.
… Hnng.
> You kneel, tug the dagger from your boot, stand, and drop it beside you.
You smile, digging the blade into his back slightly.
Noww that wwas easier than I expected by far. An my expectations already wwere loww….
You pull the sword away from him and motioning for him to turn around.
An you knoww the bet.
> You wince when the blade digs into your back, hissing softly. You turn slowly, hands by your sides, claws digging into your palms.
Ii do.
> Every part of you is screeching to abscond, but you get the feeling that would earn you much worse than what you already have in store. Your red eye flashes dimly and your expression is indifferent.
You pull back, easily sidestepping him, moving around quickly so that you stand behind him, his back an easy target to you. You lift your sword, pressing the tip between his shoulder blades.
Drop it.
> You feel the tip of the weapon between your shoulders and grit your teeth in annoyance. Of course. There really was no denying that this would be the outcome, you weren’t ever ready for this in the first place.
> The weapon drops to the ground with a clatter and your claws curl around empty air. You tilt your head slightly to look at him, eyes narrowed slightly.
You snarl, jabbing your sword forward, hoping to hit him, disarm him, anything really. You were tired of using your sword already, but as long as he had his, there was no way in hell you’d let go.
> You step aside quickly to avoid a jab to the stomach, though wincing in surprise at the feel of a successful jab to your side. Nothing too serious, you hope, but it’s torn your coat and is rather uncomfortable.
> You look back to him and hiss, lunging forward for a third time.
You smile a little, ears flicking. You pull up your sword, blocking him from stabbing you, and trying to get him to drop the weapon. He was clumsy, and you could feel it.
This was way too easy.
> You bite back a curse and step back quickly, adjusting your grip on the weapon fast to keep hold of it. If he disarms you, then you’re finished, and you most certainly do not want to be in a position of vulnerability around this troll.
> You shift your weight uncomfortably and keep your eyes locked on him, red vision eightfold glowing dimly.
