03-22-2017, 06:15 PM
Koal growled and shoved open the door to Nisha's "office", his fury blazing. The room, as per the usual, was small yet comfortable, decorated with a gothic theme. The figure behind the desk raised her eyes to his, daring him to speak out. He didn't catch the unspoken warning.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" His voice rang in the room, the smirk that worked it's was onto her ace making his blood boil even more. She calmly set the pen she had been using to the side before standing, her face growing serious and deadly. She walked around the desk, and Koals instincts screamed for him to attack first, to not just sit there. He stayed his hand though, trembling in fury. Nisha walked to him, stoping a few feet shy of his reach.
"This assignment is not negotiable, Koal. I don't care what you think, we need primes. Not just for the Pit, but so we can take territory." She paused for effect. "And keep it."
Koal's upper lip curled in disgust, not caring what her motives were. It was bad enough he was forced to fight for his life on a daily basis, but for them to expect him to force someone else into that lifestyle. They must have been crazier than he thought. He stepped back, shaking his head, tempted to take her on.
But that wasn't a fight he could win.
Not yet at least.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" His voice rang in the room, the smirk that worked it's was onto her ace making his blood boil even more. She calmly set the pen she had been using to the side before standing, her face growing serious and deadly. She walked around the desk, and Koals instincts screamed for him to attack first, to not just sit there. He stayed his hand though, trembling in fury. Nisha walked to him, stoping a few feet shy of his reach.
"This assignment is not negotiable, Koal. I don't care what you think, we need primes. Not just for the Pit, but so we can take territory." She paused for effect. "And keep it."
Koal's upper lip curled in disgust, not caring what her motives were. It was bad enough he was forced to fight for his life on a daily basis, but for them to expect him to force someone else into that lifestyle. They must have been crazier than he thought. He stepped back, shaking his head, tempted to take her on.
But that wasn't a fight he could win.
Not yet at least.
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables