11-11-2016, 11:19 AM
The Sage blinked in surprise and looked down, noting the gray patches starting to show on his otherwise dark beard. He shrugged. “That’s fair I suppose.” Glancing back at his challenger. He took in the variety of weapons and devices, and noted the strange spectacle-like device. This man was clearly outfitted quite well. He looked young, not inexperienced, but early enough in his career that he still believed he was doing good by hunting down whatever petty criminals those empower felt threatened by. Of course, The Sage thought to himself as his gaze strayed to the carnage between the two of them. Murder is hardly a crime to be described as “petty”
“I hope you understand that this situation is deeply regrettable for all of us involved. I had no desire to harm either of these beings. However… other factors were and are at play. A situation is rarely what it appears when one is dealing with ‘diplomats’ Young Ronan.” Hiro simply grunted, clearly unimpressed. The Sage looked around at the deserted street. I imagine it can’t be too much longer now… he thought idly, that explosion may turn out to be fortunate after all…
The Sage sighed and held his dueling cane out in front of him. “How do you wish this to go Hunter? A clever man would accept his opponent’s surrender and count himself fortunate that his life was not threatened in the fulfillment of his tasks. But I see in your gaze a fury, drawing near perhaps to bloodlust? That is not your desire. You want me to fight back. You wanted the challenge of the pursuit. And now you want the challenge of the kill.”
The Sage stared directly into his opponent’s eyes, the Samurai remained unblinking, eyes intent behind his goggles, prepared for the Sage to make the slightest of movements. The Sage smirked at his pursuer and dropped the dueling cane onto the road below him. To his credit, Hiro did not jump, though the darting motion of his eyes betrayed his expectation of an attack. Despite himself, the Sage let out a short laugh. Still grinning he extended both hands, palms out and empty.
“I have just surrendered, young Hound of the Empire. Will you fetch me quickly like your masters wish of you? Or will you slake your thirst beforehand, and bring back the lifeless carcass of an old dead man?” The Sage waited, his gaze scrutinizing the Hacker Samurai, attempting to discern which choice he would make.
“I hope you understand that this situation is deeply regrettable for all of us involved. I had no desire to harm either of these beings. However… other factors were and are at play. A situation is rarely what it appears when one is dealing with ‘diplomats’ Young Ronan.” Hiro simply grunted, clearly unimpressed. The Sage looked around at the deserted street. I imagine it can’t be too much longer now… he thought idly, that explosion may turn out to be fortunate after all…
The Sage sighed and held his dueling cane out in front of him. “How do you wish this to go Hunter? A clever man would accept his opponent’s surrender and count himself fortunate that his life was not threatened in the fulfillment of his tasks. But I see in your gaze a fury, drawing near perhaps to bloodlust? That is not your desire. You want me to fight back. You wanted the challenge of the pursuit. And now you want the challenge of the kill.”
The Sage stared directly into his opponent’s eyes, the Samurai remained unblinking, eyes intent behind his goggles, prepared for the Sage to make the slightest of movements. The Sage smirked at his pursuer and dropped the dueling cane onto the road below him. To his credit, Hiro did not jump, though the darting motion of his eyes betrayed his expectation of an attack. Despite himself, the Sage let out a short laugh. Still grinning he extended both hands, palms out and empty.
“I have just surrendered, young Hound of the Empire. Will you fetch me quickly like your masters wish of you? Or will you slake your thirst beforehand, and bring back the lifeless carcass of an old dead man?” The Sage waited, his gaze scrutinizing the Hacker Samurai, attempting to discern which choice he would make.
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