K.J.-Ares:
I raised an eyebrow. "Dunno. If you were human..." I sigh regretfully. "It depends, really." I chuckled at him. "Really? That's it? Come on, try harder than that. Go play with your swords? Stereotyping is a bad thing, ya know." I shot him a mournful look.
"Cujo! Leave those two alone!" Ella yelled from those few yards off. "Get your gangster butt over here."
I rolled my eyes, but didn't move otherwise. Sometimes she didn't understand that I had to prove a point. Plus, I hadn't punched anyone in a while. Might be fun.
Elizabet-Aphrodite:
Was he crazy? Yeah, he was crazy. I still didn't understand why he picked fights. Sure, he had it in his blood...but that was all. His physical fighter talent was all he had...
Well, no, that wasn't true. He was a weird one.
Maybe he got it from his mother; she was odd, too. Paranoid odd, but the oddness must have carried over.
//Just for the love of all that's good, don't get your head ripped off...// I thought, wishing for once he'd listen to what I said, especially if he was in a dark mood.
