ZaiaFantasy
Old? How rude.
Sure, he was older than a lot of the fighters on the side of good, but that was because the negaverse had the sense not to exclusively recruit children to fight their war for them. Clearly, Chaos wanted to win, and whatever force drove the White Moon just wanted to give little kids fun new clothes to pretend to be super heroes in.
Or whatever.
He was surprised when he was hit, letting out a growled yell and covering his nose as blood gushed out. He stepped back a few times, giving her the space she needed to make her call for help while cursing loudly behind his hands. He hated when his face got involved in fights, and a broken nose was going to look terrible even after he powered down. He would have to keep his shop closed for a few days!
Unacceptable.
"Camelot?" he snarled, bringing his hands down a bit to glare at her, "the Royal Knight? What is he, your guard dog? You get into fights you can't win, then call someone stronger to bail you out?"
He knew all about Camelot from Painite, who hated him and was obsessed with what she called 'revenge'. Through all her ranting and threats, though, he came to understand that Camelot was very powerful, and not someone a Lieutenant like him could face.
"I'll find you again, and make you pay ten fold for the blood you spilled. Don't forget that: I never make a promise I do not intend to keep. And no one creates a debt that I do not settle."
He had to turn tail and run, though, despite his pride. There was no way he could face a Royal, and he could already feel the aura off in the distance, likely searching for them.
