Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151201110728/@comment-26571677-20151204074211

Amilanthior frowned and sighed at the same time. He was torn between dyeing of affection inside, and getting frustrated at his hoody-wearing teammate. Although it wasn't on purpose, she was embarrassing the both of them by refusing to attack him. But how would he change that?

It wasn't like he wanted to hurt her, much the opposite, on the contrary. But this was a duel nevertheless, and it wouldn't stop until one of them won. So, again, how to make her attack him? The only time he'd made her feel threatened...was when he'd gone insane from grief.

So that was the only way for her to try and take him down huh? Well, that was convenient, as he was surprisingly an OK actor. He closed his eyes, and breathed in, taking in the sounds, the smells, and the feeling of the cold air on his skin.

The next time his eyes opened, they were much more cruel and uncaring, his mouth was also turned upwards into a mean smirk. The voice that came out, was husky and sounded like it had been dragged through a gravel road.

"Hey you ugly bitch, I know you can hear me. You want your precious boyfriend back? Well, you're gonna have to get through me"

Asper made sure that those words were audible, loud enough to be heard around the whole arena. His heart also wrenched from saying those words and he felt like the world's biggest asshole inside as in his eyes, she was near perfection. But the job had been done, so he unfurled his weapons. His original plans still imbedded in his mind, he readied to attack.