Victory came with a sweet, satisfying feeling of triumph as he watched the page flee. He could feel his chest swelling with pride, even as he admonished himself for it.

There wasn't really a point to chasing him. Waste of energy and time, for what? He didn't really want to go about killing people, even the enemy. He wasn't that hardcore and the little order b***h would think twice before ambushing another agent.

The corrupt took off in the other direction, pleased he'd gotten out of the encounter with a decent showing of himself, and little damage taken. Win win all around.

Noir Songbird
Fin from me finally ~