04-23-2025, 09:46 PM
The woman was unphased, as a stone stops an axe. He slowed, before he was damaged. Her scent was obscured behind a warriors mask, and she smelled like a foe who would not be taken lightly. He felt self conscious, and remembered the mockery of Night Hunter. It would be his burden, to present no arms now.
Like a beginner, his clothing flickered and morphed with his moods. With uncharacteristic sheepishness, his large rifle, built for war, disappeared. Sidearms and fatigues left him in favor of jeans and a Grecian football jersey from twenty years ago. It made a discordant appearance with his utility harness, full of flash bangs and knives and compasses. He held up his arms in peace, but his camouflage remained.
"I will not shoot, stranger. My nature is to look first, I am sorry." He regarded her with interest, and they stood far apart, Ari beneath a ridge. Her advantage was not at all insubstantial. "Here, in this dream, you are comfortable. I've never seen another one like me. And that probably means... That I came here for you. I tire of hunting alone." His accent had softened from its Turkish roots after ten martial years, and the bewilderment of new kin, but still held that particular flavor. The face paint flickered, but the weapons continued to fade.
He looked at her and memorized her smells, guarded as they were. Pain, muted by her alert demeanor, was hinted in the amalgamation. A younger version of himself might pay more attention to her attractiveness than the martial threat she posed. At least assault Team Vega could purge one type of foolishness, although it may or may not save him from her wrath.
Like a beginner, his clothing flickered and morphed with his moods. With uncharacteristic sheepishness, his large rifle, built for war, disappeared. Sidearms and fatigues left him in favor of jeans and a Grecian football jersey from twenty years ago. It made a discordant appearance with his utility harness, full of flash bangs and knives and compasses. He held up his arms in peace, but his camouflage remained.
"I will not shoot, stranger. My nature is to look first, I am sorry." He regarded her with interest, and they stood far apart, Ari beneath a ridge. Her advantage was not at all insubstantial. "Here, in this dream, you are comfortable. I've never seen another one like me. And that probably means... That I came here for you. I tire of hunting alone." His accent had softened from its Turkish roots after ten martial years, and the bewilderment of new kin, but still held that particular flavor. The face paint flickered, but the weapons continued to fade.
He looked at her and memorized her smells, guarded as they were. Pain, muted by her alert demeanor, was hinted in the amalgamation. A younger version of himself might pay more attention to her attractiveness than the martial threat she posed. At least assault Team Vega could purge one type of foolishness, although it may or may not save him from her wrath.