04-19-2019, 07:38 PM
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[b]"Sheogorath." He corrected happily. "But yer free to call me Sheo if ya want. It's easier to say, isn't it? Heh." He didn't mind it when people shortened his name. He knew it was a bit difficult to pronounce for people that weren't used to it. Before he knew it, Catalyst was there, and their concern was evident in both voice and expression. The leader didn't even spare the worm a glance, or share a thank you. Oh well. But as Catalyst checked on Gavril, there was a groan beneath the red headed man, as the older fellow he had knocked out with his cane began to slip into a strained half consciousness, eyes fluttering open as a hand flew to his skull, where blood seeped from a growing welt. The man looked dazed, but he was alive. Sheogorath hadn't hit him hard enough to kill him. He had thought he might have gotten in trouble for killing another Badlander, attacking thug or not, so he had pulled his strike, and lessened his effort. Gavril, however, seemed to have had no worries when it came to killing two of his attackers.
"This one is still alive, if you want to kill him." Sheogorath spoke directly to Gavril, instead of Catalyst. After all, it hadn't been the leader that had been attacked. "I figured it wouldn't be very appreciated if I had done any of the killing meself. Worms like me aren't exactly protected, when it comes to killing other Badlanders." He just hoped the trio didn't have any vengeful friends that would go after him, or Gavril, or the situation might be repeated, even worse next time.
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[justify]He was being addressed by the person he had just saved. That was good he supposed. Sheo, right? Gavril asked, before speaking in a language Sheogorath couldn't understand. He hoped it meant some kind of thank you and not an insult. No matter, the red head nodded.[b]"Sheogorath." He corrected happily. "But yer free to call me Sheo if ya want. It's easier to say, isn't it? Heh." He didn't mind it when people shortened his name. He knew it was a bit difficult to pronounce for people that weren't used to it. Before he knew it, Catalyst was there, and their concern was evident in both voice and expression. The leader didn't even spare the worm a glance, or share a thank you. Oh well. But as Catalyst checked on Gavril, there was a groan beneath the red headed man, as the older fellow he had knocked out with his cane began to slip into a strained half consciousness, eyes fluttering open as a hand flew to his skull, where blood seeped from a growing welt. The man looked dazed, but he was alive. Sheogorath hadn't hit him hard enough to kill him. He had thought he might have gotten in trouble for killing another Badlander, attacking thug or not, so he had pulled his strike, and lessened his effort. Gavril, however, seemed to have had no worries when it came to killing two of his attackers.
"This one is still alive, if you want to kill him." Sheogorath spoke directly to Gavril, instead of Catalyst. After all, it hadn't been the leader that had been attacked. "I figured it wouldn't be very appreciated if I had done any of the killing meself. Worms like me aren't exactly protected, when it comes to killing other Badlanders." He just hoped the trio didn't have any vengeful friends that would go after him, or Gavril, or the situation might be repeated, even worse next time.
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and i see fire, blood in the breeze
[sup]AND I HOPE THAT YOU'LL REMEMBER ME