Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171231064307/@comment-28358106-20180102041838

(Hound/Scorn/S9/Battle group) "This is talk for fools!"

Tirush's words are knives in the air, the glow from her mouth showing with each syllable. Even still, its glow diminishes as she speaks.

"We were called here to fight, but what is this? Chatter!  And we must do this, and we must do that, and we may hunt this, and we may not hunt that!  Words and words and words!  Worthless, less than soil!  Less than ash!"

She hops off of her rock, landing the ten or so feet below with a heavy thud and a flare of her wings. She tucks them in and steps forward, speaking to Baku now.

"You tell us to hunt first, and we hunt! Then you tell us to be prey, and we are prey!  We have done this, and now we shall face each other, where words and rules mean nothing.  Leave us to this.  Leave us or satisfy the mark I have made!"

"Tirush, no!" Regina says, growing angrier. "There is a time and a place for this! This is not it!"

"HE does not think as you do." Tirush turns to Armata and sneers, showing a fang.

"Then HE can listen, too," Regina says, putting her hands on her hips, "Right?" She looks to Armata for his answer.