I told you there was no need, skank.
Kahn'a took the hit, a rough cry torn from his throat. He clenched his teeth to try and lessen the pain, but they would not leave him alone. Hair grabbed again, head pulled back... again. It was fortunate, for he really wanted to spit right in her horrible little nose, a reward for her great receptivity. He had the suspicion that such a treat would have not been welcome... Yet it was too hard to resist. But instead of spilling his saliva, he weaved it into words.
"...and you keep dumbing down my words, leading yourself to unnecessary confusion. Are you deaf, perchance?"
The Miqo'te attempted to smirk, but withdrew quickly from that madness. The stinging pain in his bloody cheek - his now incomplete cheek, he could see a thin piece of flesh on the floor. It was his - prevented him from acting too confidently. It was little more than a bloody scratch. Yet at the hack he received, a grim resolve burgeoned in his heart.
"See yourself humbled, Hyur. This is only happening because the prospect of fooling you around appears so... enticing."
"You hide behind men and chains to ask questions, worse, you conceal your glaring incompetence with lousy interrogation techniques, you fail to recognize that I have done everything in my power not to know of my own unit's plans, and that I am of no use to you and your mislead comrades."
"Yes, yes my Captain is a fool for sitting me on a position I have neither bought nor deserved. From times to times I like to remind him of his mistake with very precise and yet inconspicuous clumsiness. Rather effective."
Kahn'a afforded the luxury of a dramatic pause. His eyes were seemingly empty but fixed on her. He was not in the room but wandering somewhere in his memory. At a very particular moment that swung his life around.
"I know not if my file makes mention of it, for I have not read it, but I was appointed by our Grace to help in delicate matters. If you put that blade down, I shall be willing to share, it is most juicy stuff, I assure you. But at any rate, the city was short of hands and despite my crude nature, I was told that I had what it took to bring aid. I was little more than what you'd call a savage back then and I was very willing to insert myself in your great City. To adapt. I accepted. I bent my knee before Her and She gave me a commission. And there you have it. Savage made Lieutenant. But It was not a full cycle ago. And your world is so... complex. How could anyone expect a simple mind like I to grasp all its subtlety in such short time, I ask you?"
You are losing your grasp Kahn'a...
Don't give in.
Kahn'a took the hit, a rough cry torn from his throat. He clenched his teeth to try and lessen the pain, but they would not leave him alone. Hair grabbed again, head pulled back... again. It was fortunate, for he really wanted to spit right in her horrible little nose, a reward for her great receptivity. He had the suspicion that such a treat would have not been welcome... Yet it was too hard to resist. But instead of spilling his saliva, he weaved it into words.
"...and you keep dumbing down my words, leading yourself to unnecessary confusion. Are you deaf, perchance?"
The Miqo'te attempted to smirk, but withdrew quickly from that madness. The stinging pain in his bloody cheek - his now incomplete cheek, he could see a thin piece of flesh on the floor. It was his - prevented him from acting too confidently. It was little more than a bloody scratch. Yet at the hack he received, a grim resolve burgeoned in his heart.
"See yourself humbled, Hyur. This is only happening because the prospect of fooling you around appears so... enticing."
"You hide behind men and chains to ask questions, worse, you conceal your glaring incompetence with lousy interrogation techniques, you fail to recognize that I have done everything in my power not to know of my own unit's plans, and that I am of no use to you and your mislead comrades."
"Yes, yes my Captain is a fool for sitting me on a position I have neither bought nor deserved. From times to times I like to remind him of his mistake with very precise and yet inconspicuous clumsiness. Rather effective."
Kahn'a afforded the luxury of a dramatic pause. His eyes were seemingly empty but fixed on her. He was not in the room but wandering somewhere in his memory. At a very particular moment that swung his life around.
"I know not if my file makes mention of it, for I have not read it, but I was appointed by our Grace to help in delicate matters. If you put that blade down, I shall be willing to share, it is most juicy stuff, I assure you. But at any rate, the city was short of hands and despite my crude nature, I was told that I had what it took to bring aid. I was little more than what you'd call a savage back then and I was very willing to insert myself in your great City. To adapt. I accepted. I bent my knee before Her and She gave me a commission. And there you have it. Savage made Lieutenant. But It was not a full cycle ago. And your world is so... complex. How could anyone expect a simple mind like I to grasp all its subtlety in such short time, I ask you?"
You are losing your grasp Kahn'a...
Don't give in.
