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The man's dark eyes watched intently as the woman in front of him analyzed him, seeming like she was having a private discussion with herself. His fists only tightened in preparation, his entire frame tense, and then quivering in anticipation when the hiss slid out from between her lips.
She straightened her position, her dagger moving back into her belt, and replied to him with disdain and perhaps a bit of frustration. Tikaani's lips quirked slightly at the sight of this; at least he knew that he was irritating her, if only in the slightest. He regained his serious expression, however, when her last words were spoken, her challenge voiced and waiting.
He crouched over a bit in response, his dark eyes cold and locked on Eriën's face, watching any move she would make with intense scrutiny. He began to shift his feet sideways, moving in a slow, semi-circular pattern, awaiting the woman's first attack; no doubt she would be the one to make it. With the anger coursing through him right now, any move he would make would turn into a blinded, raging charge, resulting in his immediate capturing.
The muscle in his jaw clenched and unclenched, tightening with every step and loosening only to release his pent-up breath. It was all he could do to fight his instincts that were screaming at him to run and never look back, to choose fleeing rather than fighting. No. He wouldn't give in, not now, not during his last free moments on this planet, on this very ground. He would fight until she overtook him, fight until she'd earned what she was coming to get.
{{Haha...I suppose I'm being a bit of a copy-cat, LessThanThree, with the picture and all. >.< I hope you don't mind. If you do, though, just let me know and I'll find a different picture. =)}}
She straightened her position, her dagger moving back into her belt, and replied to him with disdain and perhaps a bit of frustration. Tikaani's lips quirked slightly at the sight of this; at least he knew that he was irritating her, if only in the slightest. He regained his serious expression, however, when her last words were spoken, her challenge voiced and waiting.
He crouched over a bit in response, his dark eyes cold and locked on Eriën's face, watching any move she would make with intense scrutiny. He began to shift his feet sideways, moving in a slow, semi-circular pattern, awaiting the woman's first attack; no doubt she would be the one to make it. With the anger coursing through him right now, any move he would make would turn into a blinded, raging charge, resulting in his immediate capturing.
The muscle in his jaw clenched and unclenched, tightening with every step and loosening only to release his pent-up breath. It was all he could do to fight his instincts that were screaming at him to run and never look back, to choose fleeing rather than fighting. No. He wouldn't give in, not now, not during his last free moments on this planet, on this very ground. He would fight until she overtook him, fight until she'd earned what she was coming to get.
{{Haha...I suppose I'm being a bit of a copy-cat, LessThanThree, with the picture and all. >.< I hope you don't mind. If you do, though, just let me know and I'll find a different picture. =)}}
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I just don't know who else is left for Era, IF there is anyone ^^; ))