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YOU'RE THE CLOSEST THING TO HELL I'VE SEEN SO FAR She fixes him with a quite impressive death glare, which he returns with interest. He's still breathing heavily, his muscles thrumming with unspent energy, his forelock falling into his eyes in sweaty strands, and each of these things help to enhance his menacing appearance. She draws herself up to her full height, giving as good as she gets, which is enough to earn her some modicum of respect in Volterra's discerning eyes. Although he adores the utter submission of his opponents, he can't deny that it's nice to see a little firecracker as well. She goads him by questioning whether he was scared of her, and his own ears flatten to his head in irritation. "I don't get scared, méregzsák," he growls, his crimson eyes livid and dangerous within the black and white of his face. "But I do get angry." His tail launches crossly against his thighs, splattering hard into the sweat that laces his flanks as he stomps one colossal hoof. Now the initial heat of the battle has faded, so too does his anger; he keeps his body rigid and tense, however, simply to prove a point. She shifts and visibly winces, but Volterra has little sympathy. If you choose to play with fire, you will get burnt. Still, he does have an iota of chivalry within his heart, so he finally allows himself to relax and offer her a slightly less angry expression. "You should seek a healer for your wounds." This seems to happen to him with alarming regularity - he loses himself in the fight, beats the ever-living shit out of his unfortunate foe, then has a fit of guilt in the aftermath and offers to walk them to their herd or their nearest healer. The Indomitable reassures himself that this wouldn't happen in a real fight, yet he should really stop being such a soft touch to his vanquished enemies. He doesn't want to gain a reputation. "Have you got a herd? You should not travel there alone in your state." He's injured too, but nowhere near as badly as she is. It seems only fair that he escort her, given the fact he'd done this to her. |
méregzsák - spitfire
@Sjal
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
