Wis’adel

It's rare, and even in that sleep he's shivering and looking like he'll bolt at any moment. The night is not a time for him to feel comfort, he can only feel the same dread as the waking world. Everything is out to kill him.

“I would rather have anyone else in Rhodes yes.” At least she was somewhat entertained by whatever this is. That made one of them.

“Whatever. Can you go now?” He isn’t allowed to kill her. That much he knows for sure. But her continued presence was confusing. What is she looking for from him?

“You must be one.” He’s still incredibly wary. Waiting for it. The same sense of superiority she’ll have. The need to tear him down. It never changes, and it never will.

“Are you an idiot?” There is a brief moment where he considers that maybe he’s been too harsh on her. But it’s overwritten by the need to survive. “I’m not doing anything with you. Go back to your dorm.”

“…What do you want out of me?” He still isn’t getting a straight answer from this woman. It’s exhausting.

“I don’t want anything to do with you?” It’s honestly surprising how blunt he can get when he isn’t afraid. There’s just something they both lack here that may never come to fruition

@ExplosiveSarkaz “I think I’d rather huff paint thinner than be near you.” She is attractive in a physical sense, but her personality’s abhorrent. She’s an enemy. There’s no need to consider anything else about her existence.

He keeps swinging. The armored man resembling more a beast than a person. Everything slash comes close to her chest and throat. Unrelenting as his body moves much faster than a person should be able to.

Right into that helmet. Steel against horns. His breathing remains unsteady but at least she loosened his grip. Then again, maybe strangulation would’ve been better considering his quickness in getting a knife out to slice for her throat. Nobody’s home upstairs.

Tighter. Tighter. The assaults are leaving their mark. He feels every hit. But his body is entirely driven by adrenaline. Everything is dull. “Stop it. What did I ever do to you? I just want to live. I just want to live…” He sounded more fearful than her as he squeezed.

There’s pain sure, but everything was secondary to making it stop, the desperation as his body recalls every dagger and talon forced into it. His grip only tightens more. Everything is a reminder. His breathing becomes erratic. He isn’t really here. He never left that cave.

Then there’s no reason to hesitate. His hands move to the sarkaz’s throat, squeezing down without regard for anything else. There’s no need for words. No need to even think. This is an enemy. Whatever she can do doesn’t matter. As long as he isn’t hurt anymore. It’s fine.

His hand almost immediately moves to shove her away from himself. Seriously- “What is your problem?!” Kill her. Just do it. Nobody would even blame you this time. But his hands refuse to reach for that gun. There is still that deep seated need to avoid blood.

"One more step and your eyes get melted." It was said without hesitation. Not even a hint of shame either. Pure impulse without the normal fears to keep it tamed. "Stop it."