by SunnyJustice » Tue Dec 19, 2017 8:51 am
Wayne groaned, feeling his headache return even worse. He was lying helplessly on the ground like a piece of garbage. Why was he even on the ground? It was impossible that a woman would beat him!
Pathetically, the idiot crawled over to the wall and curled up in the corner. He was so tough. He won every single fight and nobody could even think of reaching his level.
---
"Yeah!!!"
Runt was so into this. She grabbed a handful of various mismatched arrows and sprinted up towards the shooting area, then planted her feet and surveyed the rows of Hellborn targets. Which one looked the rudest?
"There! That one!" Runt exclaimed, grinning widely even as she spoke her next words. "That's the one who killed my brother! I'll freakin strike him down!!"
Growling like a wolf (well, more like a playful puppy), Runt loaded the arrow and drew back the bowstring as far as her stubby arms would allow. She let it fly. The projectile flew straight and true...
... And found its mark way over the head of the dummy.
Worse, the bowstring snapped upon return and left an angry red mark down Runt's arms. She stared at it for a second (the pain wasn't even registering properly) and burst out laughing. She laughed so hard, she had to lean against Sage.
"If I see a real Hellborn, I'm gonna use my spear! Not this thing."
---
Parlando smiled at his friend, picturing his father in his mind. He missed Gavotte, his morning wake-up whistle, his gentle bedtime lullabies. The boy missed his mother too. Jennifer was so tough, nobody dared to pick on Parlando or his sister, because the mom would literally turn them into mincemeat! She never liked to show much tenderness but Pearl knew she loved her family. They were like a small wolf pack. Parlando's mother was the Alpha, father was the Beta, sister was the Delta or whatever... and Parlando himself was the happy Omega.
"It was," He said, still smiling but slightly wistfully. He took another knife and twirled it in his hand as he watched Anthony throw his own.
"Thanks Ant. I agree, I think making my own style would be much... safer for everyone around me." Pearl smiled sheepishly, glancing sideways to his failed attempt. He threw another knife, this time striking near the center of the target. His motion was kind of stiff and mechanical though.
"Do you have any way to make me not look like a robot?" He chuckled. He always felt self conscious about it, and when he attempted to loosen up, he just missed.
