Snippet #2443395

Gauntlet

”You're rather quiet since we agreed to an impasse during the conflict before.” Nightlander's voice was a bit of a grinding of nails upon chalkboard as he addressed Gauntlet, he looked up perking an eyebrow beneath the mask to assess the statement. His voice came with a withdrawn calm, alien among the room. Unlike the Flamer's mistaken innocence, or Pencushion's arrogant ignorance, Tigress's showy likening to something more than she was, or Nightlander's calm contempt. "I'm a bit out of my mind at the moment, you'll have to give me space to find my way back before confronting this one." This one, this battle he was fighting not to fight on impulse. For all the scum he'd killed, these four were the most unkempt and screwy character's he'd ever met, maybe it was the age.

"Yeah sorry about the burns dude, I really hope they aren't bad, I try to make sure they aren't like flesh melting or something like that. Not sure if I can handle permanently maiming a person." The little nerdy kid was quick and eager with an apology, it only served to add to the brooding storm overcoming Gauntlet. Sometimes it's better to let stupidity slide. He chewed on this for an entire moment. You're right, me, since when are you the smart one.

I've always been the smart one, you handsome devil, you.

The moment brought him back, and he briefly recalled the fight. Outnumbered he'd still managed quite well.. #winning. Heat was a process and it'd have taken much longer for the wounds to have been severe. Despite having struck many of them, they all seemed impervious to any lasting affects, for the first time since he wished he'd have continued to battle them all, for the sake of seeing them afflicted and harmed. Even the Kitten. That's demented, like-- really fucked up.

Don't you think I know that? Sheesh, get the hell out of my head.

The focus shifted to some girl, Astral. Making the turmoil all the worse, he wondered if she'd been part of the fight and just hid like a coward. He remembered one of Aesop's Fables, about a little boy atop a house screaming insults and threats at a wolf below. What was that moral-- Oh, 'It's easy to be brave from a safe distance.' Or something like that. Gauntlet afforded a small wave in her direction when she looked in his direction before resolving him back to silence, or the discussion with Nightlander, whichever came.