Kade
My eyes harden. No offense to this guy, but he's not exactly likable. He took at least three minutes to get here from barely over a hundred feet away. I swear, I'd be able to be here faster, even with my prosthetic. Which, by the way, he seemed to stare at. "I'm not calling you 'Crimson Blood' if that's what you mean," I mutter after a moment. Crim glances at my metal leg again.
"That's got to be uncomfortable," he snickers, and I glare at him. Seriously, he's got a pretty twisted view on things. So it seems.
"No freaking duh," I say as I take hold of the tree trunk and pull myself up. Shifting my weight to my left, I find that as long as there's not too much pressure on my right leg it's not bad. Guilty for being rude, I say, "I'm sorry." I'd feel worse if I asked about his scars.
