Ace Tyrant
"I don't know who this Jennifer is and unlike you I will have no emotional or physical connection with a potential enemy or potential traitor..."
Ace was starting to lose his temper with Gabriel now, the guy just seemed to be snapping at his ankles constantly like some kind of savage Jack Russle. If he had dared he would have hit him square in the jaw by now, but the blonde knew it was likely he would end up in a worse position. "Jennifer was not my enemy, she saved my life and basically baby sat me until I reached adult hood, taught me how to defend myself, gave me life skills and then I don't know if she was taken or if I was deserted but she just vanished. I feel like I still owe her and being all too honest I loved her, that's all." He spat. "So imagine if you lost Ember. That is how I feel right now."
"We are going back to our clans. Once we find a city, we will separate. I will go re-join my military in what ever battle strategy they concocted and do what I was made to do. Serve my superiors."
The males once handsome face hardened slightly, lips pressed into a thin line and eyes sharp. "Is that all you want to do? Do you not have a personal aim Ember? What are you exactly doing? Defending others or serving pest control to Sapiens? Please tell me you are not doing that." He sighed rubbing his brow. "I guess I cant stop you. I am going to miss you."
"You're not my caretaker, so don't treat me like a pup blonde."
"You don't know the stories. You really must not be from a clan at all."
Ace began to smile smugly, eyes bright and mischievous. "Are you sure its bright talking to me like that? You are wounded and at a disadvantage." He stated, putting on a false melodramatic tough-guy voice. "I'm kidding, but nobody is here to hurt you so just calm down." The male's heart sank a little at her second comment, eyes rolled low and sorrowful. "Everyone is dead, I am the lone wolf."
"They say he lead the clan that brought cities to their knees. The beast that tore human and neco alike to pieces and tore out their throats. They say he has no soul or conscience. There is no reasoning with him."
"Those who survived his wrath say that they can't look at blue lights in the dark with out breaking down in terror, and one day he disappeared."
"No one knows there is even a man under the armour that makes him the beast he is. Though as a Neco general I wouldn't be surprised if he was just a maddened killer."
He swallowed hard, listening to her story. Ace could just remember the maddening smile etched upon the face of a shelled being that stalks the ruins. Jennifer became rather friendly with the thing, but he could not help but hate it. "I...would it be mad if I said I have experienced something similar." The blonde strutted. "Though it did not seem aggressive. I thought it was just mechanical software working...Creeped me out."