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"Why not a skull?" He responded with a light smirk as he stepped out of the shadows, leaning against a nearby bench. "Would it be any more useful as anything else? Another bone, perhaps? Or a paperweight. What would you do with it if it were anything other than what it was?"

"Can it really?" His brow quirked as he regarded the young man that he assumed had to have been a knight. He based his assumption on the lack of skirt and lack of overall chaotic 'vibe' despite the dark colors of his uniform.

There was also the rather obvious symbol of one celestial being or another proudly displayed on his headpiece.

"Care to give us a demonstration? I've yet to see a knight perform magic. Skull like that? I'd hazard a guess it would be much better for Shakespeare than Michael Bay."

The hit came out of nowhere -- nowhere -- leaving Richterite to wonder whether or not the meek and mild had all been an act from the start. He would have chastised himself for falling for it if he hadn't been determined to keep the knight from bashing his head in with a freaking skull.

His turned his head at the last second, skull slamming into his jaw as opposed to shattering his nose. His lip caught on his teeth and he could taste the coppery tang of blood. Son of a b***h.

The Captain's fingers flexed, balling into a fist which he then brought up to swing at the page. Crazy a*****e.

Richterite stood confused. It seemed to happen more and more often lately; he would come across someone and they would leave him completely and utterly baffled either due to their own lack of self preservation or due to off the wall situations such as this.

Had the guy not expected him to hit back? Was it all just a distraction int he first place so that he could run away?

The captain winced as he brought a hand up to rub at his jaw, pausing after a second to spit blood out onto the white snow. Damn it all anyhow. He had just gotten the bruising to go away from when the last knight had clonked him and this... This really had not been what he had expected at all.

Richterite did not draw his weapon to follow up with another attack. He did not give chase, nor did he shout after the page. He simply stood there, stumped and confused, even more so as he glanced down to the fragmented skull that had been left as his feet.

"Hey! Hey!" he finally called after the other young man. "You left... Man, you left your skull on the ground." Oddly, that was not the oddest thing that Captain Richterite had found himself saying since joining the ranks of the Negaverse. It was probably just the oddest thing he had said that week.

"******** it," he muttered to himself, as he stepped away from the fragments. If crazy a** came back for it there was no way in hell he wanted to be there for it.

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