Jagerwas going to need to drink this one off, which was ironic. You'd think the woman getting her face smashed in would need the drink more than he. But for a man going against morals.. he was too deep to back out now. Obligation led his actions and guilt reminded him of exactly what he was doing. “You want me to kick you? You want me to kick-†and he drive the curve of his upper foot against her ribs, “-kick you!†Kick, Kick, Kick... stagger, stomp- Kick, Kick. His hair was thrown a bout, his clothes rustled and even his breath left ragged. Like an kid that owed him lunch money, Jager put the beat down on Zahvi without hesitation.
Itwasn't log until he would stagger back a few steps to tally up the damage. “Get up. Talk to me, Z.†He was left with an uncomfortable feeling deep in his gut, one he'd register as weakness. Though, it was that weakness others would consider as.. worry, or concern and maybe even guilt. No, he couldn't feel guilt; this was business. She was a partner, not a friend. She asked for this, he delivered.
“Getthe fuck up, Z.†He was yanking her by the scruff of her neck, his voice rough.
Itwasn't log until he would stagger back a few steps to tally up the damage. “Get up. Talk to me, Z.†He was left with an uncomfortable feeling deep in his gut, one he'd register as weakness. Though, it was that weakness others would consider as.. worry, or concern and maybe even guilt. No, he couldn't feel guilt; this was business. She was a partner, not a friend. She asked for this, he delivered.
“Getthe fuck up, Z.†He was yanking her by the scruff of her neck, his voice rough.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
