voice; un: stranger

[eightfoldfiend]

[A deep, rumbling baritone voice speaks.]

I am here.

Who has summoned me?

(ooc: mentions of blood and violence in comments)

Comments

[notquitetamed]

I consider it junk food. Every now and then it can be good to have. Doesn't beat a good sword fight though.

[eightfoldfiend]

Nothing beats a good sword fight.

The musical clashing of unbending steel, the scent of blood trickling down the fullers, the fear in dying eyes...

Glorious.

[notquitetamed]

Sounds like a man after my own heart. Can't say I dislike the moment when their enlarged ego deflates either. The strong let their swords do the talking. The weak boast about what they think they can do.

[eightfoldfiend]

You are boasting right now...but surely you are not weak?

[notquitetamed]

You could take me up on that offer of a duel and see for yourself.

[eightfoldfiend]

I have no time for an insignificant duel.

If you want to cross blades with me you will have to be worth my while.

[notquitetamed]

Ah, now you're the one doing the boasting. And here I thought you might be able to entertain me.

[eightfoldfiend]

Who's boasting? I'm a busy man, that's all.

I am certainly not here for your entertainment either.

[notquitetamed]

Right. Busy huh. Guess I'll leave you to whatever is making you so busy then. I'm sure there are stronger people to be found in this dump.

[And with that, Hawk will go ahead and disconnect this. He's sure it won't be over with this though. As he said, the stronger prey take time to hunt.]