A nasty ball of spit was rolling dangerously around Kahn'a's tongue. Never in his life had he wanted to mess somebody up like in that very instant. Did he have that disgusting face when Askier once shot at him, right in the face? A thought swiftly chased before it could settle, for it called another burn in Kahn'a's endeavours.
Lifted from the ground, Kahn'a grunted, the chains were tight and he could feel an arm going numb. When he met the Miqo'te's satisfied gaze, a glint of madness passed through Kahn'a's own orbits. Twelve be damned, that sod was so full of it! He trembled, struggling to keep quiet. Everything, his scent, his sight, his sodding smirk, everything urged Kahn'a to just claw at his face, to seek out petty and fruitless revenge.
But he would not give in.
It was a test. A test of resilience. The teeth of the Keeper creaked in a sinister noise as he clenched his jaw shut some more. He had already fallen disgracefully, those sods would have to work for aught he would say. He kept a leveled stare at the other Lieutenant, not quite as fierce as it looked in his mind. The pain was twisting Kahn'a's features in a grimace, one he held in front of the other.
For all he knew, the other was spitting gibberish at him. Treason? Right. Sweep your boss' doorstep lad, there's something brown and smelly down there. Still kept quiet, only wincing at the slight shakes he was given, as if that was supposed to encourage him to talk.
He would not give in. Not before it was time. He had a plan.
Lifted from the ground, Kahn'a grunted, the chains were tight and he could feel an arm going numb. When he met the Miqo'te's satisfied gaze, a glint of madness passed through Kahn'a's own orbits. Twelve be damned, that sod was so full of it! He trembled, struggling to keep quiet. Everything, his scent, his sight, his sodding smirk, everything urged Kahn'a to just claw at his face, to seek out petty and fruitless revenge.
But he would not give in.
It was a test. A test of resilience. The teeth of the Keeper creaked in a sinister noise as he clenched his jaw shut some more. He had already fallen disgracefully, those sods would have to work for aught he would say. He kept a leveled stare at the other Lieutenant, not quite as fierce as it looked in his mind. The pain was twisting Kahn'a's features in a grimace, one he held in front of the other.
For all he knew, the other was spitting gibberish at him. Treason? Right. Sweep your boss' doorstep lad, there's something brown and smelly down there. Still kept quiet, only wincing at the slight shakes he was given, as if that was supposed to encourage him to talk.
He would not give in. Not before it was time. He had a plan.
