Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24038198-20130828220157/@comment-11588669-20130913002043

The merc snaps his arm out just before Marcel passes, clotheslining the roller blader. "Stay still damnit." He mutters, the annoyance not helping his mood.

Turning back to Avery, his eyes narrow.

"Friends..." He pronounces the word slowly, deliberatly.

"After all of that...you want, to become friends?!" The words are uttered lowly. Practically whispered.

"Why...in the world...would you want to become friends, with someone who would kill you and not lose a wink of sleep?" His tone is disbelieving. "And here I thought Huntresses killed monsters, not made friends with them..."

A wave of pain floods through his skull. And the only tell, is the slight twitching of his hands.