loyal to the MISSION.

Finally she looks to the Gladiator, even if it’s only in a fleeting glance, tawny eyes taking in how the metal shines against her skin. There’s a faint smile in that thought, a somewhat lesser to her usual predatory smirk. At the question Nisha pauses. So many other stories she could make up, and still she settles for the truth. ‘ There’s a smith I managed to track down; makes custom things. So I drew it up an’ he put in the details. ’ She keeps out the part where she threatened his life if it wasn’t exactly right, or the knife she continuously held at his ear for added incentive.

Was it always piles of body lying around in this profession….? Jeez... Rhys ponders in his mind. That’s right, she was a head  hunter whom had no hesitation to end someone’s life. That factbecome more and more apparent as he watched Athena loot the freshly-made corpse. Cheeky. ❝So I guess killing a guy with your shield is normal then. Just casually loot em and go? What do you even do with the body?❞ 

Athena peers up at Rhys with a clearly irritated expression, standing back up once she empties his pockets completely. She still doesn’t trust Rhys very much, but even so-- she didn’t hesitate to save him from danger. She pushes herself back up to her feet, glaring up at him with the look of someone very obviously not enjoying themselves.  “My shield does a very efficient job at killing people, yes. I’m sorry-- would you have preferred it if I let that bandit kill you? Were you planning to defend yourself anytime soon? It really didn’t look like it from my viewpoint, Hyperion.”

❝W-Wait… What—❞

A fraction of a second later, a battle scream echoed behind him, causing Rhys to squeak uncharacteristically. He ducks as he’s told, and the scream behind goes  deathly silent. Right….It’s Athena.  ❝Couldn’t give a guy a better warning…?❞