Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20160813171701/@comment-27743663-20161117063120

Sighing to himself while slouching a bit, Nigrum scratched the back of his head. He attempted to look over Cord's shoulder to see Ms. Summers to try and read it, but she was on the other side, so he couldn't see with his one eye. Sighing some more to himself, he could feel a bit of that sensation from earlier dial down a bit, but the presence still there.

"Yeah, we fight Grimm, and sometimes we need to fight people, but that's different. Obviously if my life's on the line I'm going to fight back, person be damned. It's just if I have a choice in the matter like now, I rather not."

Stretching a bit, he couldn't help but wonder just how this suddenly came about. Say, did Ms. Summers just speak and say something? Something about a moral martial art? Well, whatever, it was time to get this show on the road.

"Though, you did happen to ask nicely, and I happen to like your spunk. So, I guess I can try a little harder," saying that with one final stretch, he got into a laidback fighting stance that held some edge to it, one leg sticking out slightly and one arm lazily held forward.

"That, and, well, I'm not immune to the effects of having a Y chromosome."