[ Reaching towards his opposite side, he gives an idle crook of his fingers at her, a gentle but distracted attempt at a pet. Instead, his energy is pooling in his eyes, focused and bright. There's a shine of confidence there that comes from the belief that he's going to finish a fight, something a bit younger than the creases in his face he's worn before. It's not his home, but he feels most comfortable with a goal to accomplish, no matter who's pushed it into his capable palms. Without his leader here, he has to strip it down to its most basic principle, something familiar: ]
Time to put an end to this.
[ Really, he seems sort of... intense. But strangely playful. Moving out from behind the rail, he gives a pragmatic nod of his head. ]
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Time to put an end to this.
[ Really, he seems sort of... intense. But strangely playful. Moving out from behind the rail, he gives a pragmatic nod of his head. ]
Want to go?