04-10-2017, 03:22 PM
The wingman that had been so quick to interject earlier spoke up again, his tone as snide as ever.
"Okay, but why not just shoot a tree? We've got lots of trees. We've only got one flying ci-"
"Silence, Patoma." Sir Hellkite interjected, shooting a look at the mouthy cavalryman before returning his attention to Warren and Arle. The Knight of the Outriders studied the odd pair for a good minute before responding. The harsh, red glare of his eyes didn't sit well with either Prime. Beyond being an inhuman hue, his gaze seemed to hold something darker within it; an ephemeral, predatory aspect. Still, as they explained their reasons for being in the area, and to a greater extent, Camelot, Sir Hellkite's stance softened.
"I see..."
Another long silence passed, but at least the birds were singing again. The Captain still did not like the look of the Quarterback, but this girl who expressed interest in learning from the spellcasters of Dalaran seemed to be reasonable, and perhaps even valuable to the crown. It would be in the kingdom's best interest to try and accommodate them, so long as they continued to behave. The famous Prime known as Samus Aran had recently come into service of King Aragorn, but the Primes that were loyal to the Empire still outnumbered those of Camelot two to one.
"Well, if you're heading up to the city, my men and I can give you a ride. We need to report back anyway, so it's no trouble." the Outrider Knight said, leaning down to retrieve the NFL-R. He slowly returned it to Warren's awaiting hands, and the dark Prime snatched it back eagerly.
"Seriously, Sir Hellkite? These two? Why should-"
"I said SILENCE Patoma! One more word out of line and I'll have you mucking the rookeries for a WEEK!" Hellkite roared, the air in the clearing rumbling from the ferocity of his anger. Loose branches and leaves were shaken from the canopy of the forest, and it almost seemed as if the shadows of the forest writhed for a moment. The younger Outrider was instantly cowed into compliance, and remounted his Hippogriff along with the other of the three patrolmen. Adrian turned back to Zimmer and Arle, who were visibly shaken to say the least, and took a deep breath.
"I apologize. Patoma is...green. He has not yet learned proper respect for Guests of the King." Sir Hellkite said, emphasizing this last string of words, presumably for Patoma's benefit. The senior Outrider mounted his Hippogriff and spurred her into standing.
"What say you, Primes?"
"Okay, but why not just shoot a tree? We've got lots of trees. We've only got one flying ci-"
"Silence, Patoma." Sir Hellkite interjected, shooting a look at the mouthy cavalryman before returning his attention to Warren and Arle. The Knight of the Outriders studied the odd pair for a good minute before responding. The harsh, red glare of his eyes didn't sit well with either Prime. Beyond being an inhuman hue, his gaze seemed to hold something darker within it; an ephemeral, predatory aspect. Still, as they explained their reasons for being in the area, and to a greater extent, Camelot, Sir Hellkite's stance softened.
"I see..."
Another long silence passed, but at least the birds were singing again. The Captain still did not like the look of the Quarterback, but this girl who expressed interest in learning from the spellcasters of Dalaran seemed to be reasonable, and perhaps even valuable to the crown. It would be in the kingdom's best interest to try and accommodate them, so long as they continued to behave. The famous Prime known as Samus Aran had recently come into service of King Aragorn, but the Primes that were loyal to the Empire still outnumbered those of Camelot two to one.
"Well, if you're heading up to the city, my men and I can give you a ride. We need to report back anyway, so it's no trouble." the Outrider Knight said, leaning down to retrieve the NFL-R. He slowly returned it to Warren's awaiting hands, and the dark Prime snatched it back eagerly.
"Seriously, Sir Hellkite? These two? Why should-"
"I said SILENCE Patoma! One more word out of line and I'll have you mucking the rookeries for a WEEK!" Hellkite roared, the air in the clearing rumbling from the ferocity of his anger. Loose branches and leaves were shaken from the canopy of the forest, and it almost seemed as if the shadows of the forest writhed for a moment. The younger Outrider was instantly cowed into compliance, and remounted his Hippogriff along with the other of the three patrolmen. Adrian turned back to Zimmer and Arle, who were visibly shaken to say the least, and took a deep breath.
"I apologize. Patoma is...green. He has not yet learned proper respect for Guests of the King." Sir Hellkite said, emphasizing this last string of words, presumably for Patoma's benefit. The senior Outrider mounted his Hippogriff and spurred her into standing.
"What say you, Primes?"