So much had happened.
His future seemed bright for the first time in a long time.
Something beyond gil in how many ages?
Friends.Â
A mate.Â
And now to be a father.
Ki had become a man who had much too loose. Many weaknesses in his armor. Weaknesses he had sworn to cast aside. He had only gained them back tenfold.
And now all of that could be taken away.
By the very man who had before.
Ki snarled as his tightened his grip on Mihk'a's throat. Blood oozed down Ki's arms from the tears in his flesh Mihk'as nails had made.
Ki didn't care that the boy was his apprentice. Didn't care that he cared deeply for the boy. The boy was being a fool. Willing to subject himself to the whims of a madman. As Ki''s dagger plunged into the boy's gut and twisted, Ki knew he was saving the boy from his own foolishness and the slow death it would bring upon everyone.
Ki watched the young keeper male shudder in his grasp.
I won't lose those things that are precious to me. Not again. Even if I must kill you, Mihk'a, to safeguard them.Â
Ki's thoughts were dark but he snarled as the boy sunk is nails into muscle and kicked free, shoving himself free of Ki's grasp as the muscles spammed open and the knife slid free.Â
The miqo'tes' combined blood rained onto the ground as Mihk'a staggered back and pulled out a small item. Ki's eyes went wide as the grenade's pin fell away.
"Aw hells." Ki muttered. There was blinding white flash and then an explosion.
Ki was sent flying backwards, the left arm that was been extended splintering and a few ribs cracked as the blast blew him onto his ass.Â
Ki hit the ground and rolled, smoke wafting up from his body as he bounced to a stop. The mercenary lay groaning.
"My own trick used against me." Ki gasped as he clutched his chest with his right arm. "I taught him too damn well."Â
Ki spat blood and took in deep breaths.
So urgent was his need for oxygen, he failed to hear the approaching footsteps. The walking figure's shadow fell over him and there was the sound of shifting boots as the figure came to a halt.
There was a silence. Then a voice, flat and calm, spoke.
"Well, well, isn't this an unexpected meeting. What a delightful kindness this one has received."
His future seemed bright for the first time in a long time.
Something beyond gil in how many ages?
Friends.Â
A mate.Â
And now to be a father.
Ki had become a man who had much too loose. Many weaknesses in his armor. Weaknesses he had sworn to cast aside. He had only gained them back tenfold.
And now all of that could be taken away.
By the very man who had before.
Ki snarled as his tightened his grip on Mihk'a's throat. Blood oozed down Ki's arms from the tears in his flesh Mihk'as nails had made.
Ki didn't care that the boy was his apprentice. Didn't care that he cared deeply for the boy. The boy was being a fool. Willing to subject himself to the whims of a madman. As Ki''s dagger plunged into the boy's gut and twisted, Ki knew he was saving the boy from his own foolishness and the slow death it would bring upon everyone.
Ki watched the young keeper male shudder in his grasp.
I won't lose those things that are precious to me. Not again. Even if I must kill you, Mihk'a, to safeguard them.Â
Ki's thoughts were dark but he snarled as the boy sunk is nails into muscle and kicked free, shoving himself free of Ki's grasp as the muscles spammed open and the knife slid free.Â
The miqo'tes' combined blood rained onto the ground as Mihk'a staggered back and pulled out a small item. Ki's eyes went wide as the grenade's pin fell away.
"Aw hells." Ki muttered. There was blinding white flash and then an explosion.
Ki was sent flying backwards, the left arm that was been extended splintering and a few ribs cracked as the blast blew him onto his ass.Â
Ki hit the ground and rolled, smoke wafting up from his body as he bounced to a stop. The mercenary lay groaning.
"My own trick used against me." Ki gasped as he clutched his chest with his right arm. "I taught him too damn well."Â
Ki spat blood and took in deep breaths.
So urgent was his need for oxygen, he failed to hear the approaching footsteps. The walking figure's shadow fell over him and there was the sound of shifting boots as the figure came to a halt.
There was a silence. Then a voice, flat and calm, spoke.
"Well, well, isn't this an unexpected meeting. What a delightful kindness this one has received."