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Kiro sat still as the arrow grazed past him, his hands began twitching and a bead of sweat formed on his head, his teeth clinched tightly and his eye had a little spasm. so... that’s how they want to train us now, this might be a bit more fun then i thought his face finally managed to untwist itself and he calmed down. He looked at everyone else to see how they took it. He then crossed his arms waiting for them to continue.

Catriona flinched visably from the arrows and closed her eyes. She once again felt the bubbling and foreign beast of rebellion rising up inside her. How could they expect her to fight, to train, to kill - even to be good enough to kill? Her head was pounding now; she felt dizzy. With another feeble shake of her head she staggered forward, afraid and awed by her new-found strength but pushing on nonetheless. She stopped a few feet from the group and took a few deep breaths to quell these rapidly rising emotions.
"How could you?" she asked the floor quietly, "This wasn't what I thought you meant." It was becoming increasingly hard to keep the tears out of her voice and she fisted her skirt against her suprising anger.
"I'm NOT going to kill!" It must have been the first time she'd shouted in YEARS; maybe not since she was a child. She stared at Pix, who had been the object of this rebellion, with wide eyes, startled she had just yelled. Her hand found its way to her mouth and the tears fell down her face; she must have a death wish, not only to be speaking out, but to be YELLING - at Pix, even.

Catriona dropped to her knees in front of him and stared at her skirt, her hands shaking. She thought she would continue crying but the tears didn't come - instead she drew a hand across her cheek as they began to tingle from the salty tears drying and began to feel properly ashamed for yelling and thinking for a moment that it was her place to disobey.
She bowed, her forehead touching her knees, and spoke into her skirts, "I apologize, sir, for such an outburst." When she sat back up it was with the desolate air of one who knows their inferiority.

Catriona fell to the ground, the kick shattering her numbness and bringing her into vivid reality. She lay there, gasping, and though it had only been a blow to her shoulder the wind was knocked completely from her. She rolled forward, the marble cold against her forehead as she grasped her arm, still dead to feeling, and listened to his words through her foggy haze of pain. After a few moments of gasping in the smell of grit and leather that seemed to carry from everyone's shoes she was able to pull herself back into a sitting position, her throat clenching around the air she was trying to breathe as she fought back the tears and stared, with her chin trembling, at the wall across from her, absolutely refusing to acknowledge anything around her.

He watched Pix and waited until he left. He then walked over to the girl who was sitting on the floor. He watched her for a bit and turned around. "Ok, now that he's gone we're going to have a little celebration. I know some of you hate the idea of becoming mercenaries, but to me this is my life, you guys are now part of that, and so that's enough to celebrate. He had bought a bunch of bear and wine on the trip back to the castle thinking that he might do something like this. He went and grabbed some of it. He passed it around to everyone except for the girl Pix had kicked. "To a new life." He said after he finished. He then walked back to the girl sitting on the floor. He sat down next to her hoping that him doing so wouldn't upset her. "Are you ok?" He asked quietly. He watched her carefully worried about what she had said. “I’m sorry that he’s like that. I don’t know why exactly, but he’s always been like that. I got used to that, but around others I see just how bad he actually is.” He nearly whispered. “I know that you don’t want to hurt anybody and I’ll do what I can to deal with him, but sooner or later you’ll probably have to. It’s just the way life is.” With this he thought back to his first days after he had run away from home. How naïve he had been thinking that the world outside of his town would be safe and welcoming. He thought about how it wasn’t until he came across a bounty hunter that he thought he’d be able to find something adventurous without having to hurt someone. He shook his head banishing the thoughts. That was then this is now. I have to remember that. But as he thought this he knew that he still had restless nights wondering if he had made the right choice. He finally came back to his senses and watched the girl and waiting for her response to all he had said.

He turned his head to watch her go and sighed lightly. It was going to be harder to convince some of these people, but he'd have to do it anyways. He then turned back to the girl sitting next to him waiting for her response. He hoped that he hadn't accidentally offended her in any way.

(( bump, I don't like it being on the second page T-T ))

"Dammit Tanner, I have a ******** problem," After the scene with the others earlier, Pix needed to relax and had retreated to his chambers in order to eat, bathe, and treat his wounds. But now he had to clear this bit of business up. As he approached he noticed a rather tall man with Tanner, but he dismissed him as another of the castle lackeys.
"I have no damn problem with most of the scum you gave me, hell they have potential. On the other hand, the women are pissing me off. They're self-righteous bitches." He spat, but then realized who the statement was coming from and suppressed a laugh, "And before you say anything, I have plenty of reasons to believe I'm a God."

He sighed, there were times to act like a hot-shot and this wasn't one of them, " Ok, truth is boss, I have no ******** clue what to do with them, I was never in this situation before. I can handle dangerous people, it's what I do. They listen to me cause they know I'll put a knife in their back if they don't. Those kids AREN'T dangerous people. And if they don't listen to me, they won't be. The men respect me and will do what I tell them, someone else needs to handle the women cause they sure as hell won't listen to me."