@Avanhelsing
Zeph had resigned herself to watching the competition, match after match she learned from her peers and also picked up on what was expected from herself from Sky's reactions to injury and techniques displayed. Her rage had finally burned away if only a little, but the gods decided it would be better to pour gas onto the dying embers to ensure the blaze burned any who dare stand to close. Like Logan.
"Darlin?"
Zeph smirked. Though the air around her reeked of her blood lust.
"Who cares about a challenge? You raise a good question. Who cares about a challenge?" Walking in circles she sized up the boy. His phrasing suggested to her that he was from the lower more physically active sects. "Who cares...."
She raised her hand instructed him to wait while the other moved to her right temple. Clearly the idiocy of his question was a mental challenge. How could she best express the importance of first encounters, the psychological importance of knowing those you fight with are not just dead weight. How to express that his tardiness and inability to understand the situation was an embarrassment to her and all those present.
"I hate you."
With those words she resumed her observation of the matches. At the least she had picked out those that could at least meet the physical requirements of this program...
"I take a slight solace in knowing that with the ignorance you have displayed today that you will likely shoot yourself cleaning your rifle. Get your head out of your ass and notice where you are. Do you think that the rules do not apply to you?! I was reprimanded for your absence. I was made a fool because of your incompetence!"
She stepped up and seductively traced his chin, in complete contrast of her heated tone.
"Who cares?"
Her hand shifted into a quick fist popping him on the nose, If caught unawares it would have likely bloody his nose..
"Those who respected each other as fellows showed up on time, you arrogant little brat."
She than spat in his face as she returned to her place waiting on the next set of instructions.
Zeph had resigned herself to watching the competition, match after match she learned from her peers and also picked up on what was expected from herself from Sky's reactions to injury and techniques displayed. Her rage had finally burned away if only a little, but the gods decided it would be better to pour gas onto the dying embers to ensure the blaze burned any who dare stand to close. Like Logan.
"Darlin?"
Zeph smirked. Though the air around her reeked of her blood lust.
"Who cares about a challenge? You raise a good question. Who cares about a challenge?" Walking in circles she sized up the boy. His phrasing suggested to her that he was from the lower more physically active sects. "Who cares...."
She raised her hand instructed him to wait while the other moved to her right temple. Clearly the idiocy of his question was a mental challenge. How could she best express the importance of first encounters, the psychological importance of knowing those you fight with are not just dead weight. How to express that his tardiness and inability to understand the situation was an embarrassment to her and all those present.
"I hate you."
With those words she resumed her observation of the matches. At the least she had picked out those that could at least meet the physical requirements of this program...
"I take a slight solace in knowing that with the ignorance you have displayed today that you will likely shoot yourself cleaning your rifle. Get your head out of your ass and notice where you are. Do you think that the rules do not apply to you?! I was reprimanded for your absence. I was made a fool because of your incompetence!"
She stepped up and seductively traced his chin, in complete contrast of her heated tone.
"Who cares?"
Her hand shifted into a quick fist popping him on the nose, If caught unawares it would have likely bloody his nose..
"Those who respected each other as fellows showed up on time, you arrogant little brat."
She than spat in his face as she returned to her place waiting on the next set of instructions.