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Oh gods it just got worse. The painted pale one, Toulouse had she called him? Gods he talked too much. Say a quick snap and then move on. Even the pitch of battle could drown into boredom by a lengthy monologue. The lass, Raeden was it?, he had to give credit. She held her tongue and focused. Not easy when accusations fly, especially in their business. But she was woefully simple, as was he. Nothing in the first attacks gave any hint of flare or power. It was just bodies beating against one another in the mud, like dull drums. The gold almost thought of spicing it up himself….but then she did it for him.
Amid the screeches and splashes the pale mare vanishes. Instantly a brilliant smile rolls on the gold, and he steps forward. Despite himself his whisper slips through, “That’s more like it.” The Laurelin’s ears leaned forward and that gold in his eyes sparked and arched with excitement. Perhaps it was small, maybe a 2 on the points of style and 3 on technique, but it was a clever plan. And was at least better than what they had been doing.
Of course, it seemed not everyone was so thrilled with the introduction of magic. A child’s scowl rises above the pounding blood, and the gold quite literally rolls his eyes. What a foolish, simpleton that one was turning out to be. He expected to rule over a ring of spies with Thranduil in its company? God would he have his hands full if he thought a bit of cloaking magic was a cheat move. That was just a parlor trick in the Laruelin’s arsenal. He let’s his voice rise and carry, letting it play and not trying to hide the humor he found in all this. “Quit your whining, its a challenge, of course there's magic!” Not the greatest way to say hello to your two new bosses.
His smile grew all the more as the fight continued on. Oh yes he was quite enjoying this. As Toulouse dared the hidden mare, the gold laughed out loud. Not because of the dare, but for his love of wanting to see that. The gold still could not be more pleased as punch. What a better first day at work than to see the building burning down and know that the arson charges wouldn’t even lead to you even though you had a few matches in your back pocket for later.
"Talk?"
OOC:: -responded to self- -no shame-
we live like thieves
kings among men
kings among men
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