'Not the face!'Syrtis meant to hit Victoria square on the nose, but his arms were long and sometimes unwieldy. He missed by degrees, knuckles glancing off the side of Victoria's chin instead.
'Not the face!' Syrtis tried again. Was stopped by Victoria's own hands.
'I'll have a harder time explaining that to my little sisters.'Syrtis groaned. Loudly. Angrily. His heart was thundering, calling out for war - and failing in the wake of Victoria's pleas. He sounded so ridiculous. Worried about explaining things to his little
sisters, of all things.
He had yet to land a decent punch, but - how could he? When his opponent answered to children.
John Jr heaved himself off of Victoria. He glowered at his sister.
"Find me someone that I can hit," he rumbled, getting to his feet, chest heaving. Syrtis pointed at Victoria, and then at Vulcan. He looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better of it, and stormed across the roof.
"Where are you going?" Vulcan called after him.
Syrtis grumbled something under his breath. It got lost on the air.
"What did you say?"
"TO BLOW OFF SOME STEAM."
LP
I am cool to call this wrapped if you are~
