Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140430022911/@comment-11588669-20140513130541

"I wasn't talking to the girls." Nox bit out harshly, his posture turning tensed on command. He watched the reflection in the window, marking the fist the boy made. Threatening posture, curled fist a clear sign of anger. Nox's arms were crossed, his hands within reach of two knives. First thing, whittle down the aura, next go for the throat. He had fought Hunters before, and they were tough bastards. That goddamned innate shield....it was almost cheating to him. It was a matter of strategy, at least. And in these close conditions, the mercenary would have to disable. But he preferred it close in.

"And in either case, just stay away from me." He turned to look at the kid, midnight eyes nearly chilling the air around them. "I have no need of two childish girls, or a fool who decides to walk up to someone who is clearly agitated." He resumed watching the ground roll by beneath them. It wasn't calming in the slightest.