Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20131115144103/@comment-11588669-20131125052326

Nox slid his helmet on, and stepped forward. Barely a sound was made, and he moved outwards.

"-son of a bitch!" A voice, young, female. Didn't mean it couldn't kill. Nightfall and his techknife seemingly appeared into his hands, and the teen moved towards the sound. The sound of a blade sinking into flesh reached his ears, and he stopped. Breathing could be heard, although very, very faintly, it was fairly close....

The armored merc smoothly stepped around the corner, and his sword flashed out, halting bare milimeters away from the skin of a neck. The impassive faceplate peered down the blade, and looked into green eyes. It was Sirce, apparently. He pulled Nightfall back, and sheathed both of them.

"Well, Ms. Marion. I believe you just caught breakfast." His tone was flat, and he pulled the plated head-piece off. Midnight met the forest, but not a smirk stretched his features.

"Next time, leave a note or something. It would be less....messy, if you did." A slight trace of arrogance, purposefully slid in, and he turned to walk back to the tree house. On guard when he did.

It was a test, to see how she reacted. If she did nothing, he would do nothing, and the girl would have gained his respect. If she attacked, depending on the lethality, he would defend, and she would either lose what little she had gained thus far, or gain more.

It all depended on Sirce's actions.