Quick.Silver

╪ for @blckxiii ╪

Training had intense. After sparing with another candidate, one of which had a bad day hence why the mock battle was partially fuelled by anger. But on his behalf, it was definitely backed up with amusement and a hint of mocking. Trixter was not particularly a menacing person, rather he enjoyed the risk of pocking fun where danger slumbered. 

So when he managed to pin down the other rookie, the last blow of victory on his part, Trixter had not expected to stagger back from the pain that course through his torso. Looking down on his left side, the hint of red tainting blood slowly seeping through his dark training shirt. 

“Damn man, good fight.” Tapping the other’s shoulder, before grimly standing up. “Loser cleans up right?” He smirks down, jubilantly dodging a kick that targeted his ankles. 

Waving at his friend as he turn to head toward the clinic, Trixter smiled greeting at those who knew and nodded at those who watched him with passive eyes. A few turns until he reached his destination, he spots someone he is quite fond off. 

here’s a few canon/facts on this little guy: