REVELRY OF BLOOD.

“... hmph, if it must be a side spar, friend then I suppose I must take what I can get.” A warm up, something to scratch the proverbial itch one can say. His own hunts prior to this weren’t anywhere near as interesting much less fulfilling so he supposed he must make do with whatever he may get. At least at this point anyway to his dismay. He wants his challenge and his fight after all, not something small. 

Is that not the pot calling the kettle black, friend?

Try to then, if you don’t I would be disappointed.

His once living nerves would have cried out in pain at this, the crack heard would have made some question if his spine was broken yet he was on his feet and with nary a stagger. Excitement, finally, acceptance even, how liberating! “Yes! Face me then, hold nothing back against me, I demand all of it!” All of her might, her rage, her desire to slay him on spot. That wild look in his eyes was more than enough to say that he was ready to give her back in return all of his own strength the moment she had done so.

I can just as easily change that considering I have your other hand currently in a vice grip in my other one. [One cannot say he was not smart when it came to her interest in the third eye.]

There is only one set of claws that did this, though the nerves were shot dead from his experimentation, the feeling was enough to tell him she had began again her crusade to touch it. The third eye’s nerves and sensation of being tapped had at most tipped him off to her being once more near his head. He must have fallen asleep in his throne again ‘pon taking one of her hands by the wrist once she reached to tap it again. “Is it truly that interesting to you?” His tone bored but curiosity was interesting, his only true friend and enemy had rarely done this much less visited him willingly at that.

“... tell me, are you seeking challenge once more?” The familiar voice can only belong to one man who had some manner of ‘good timing’ when it comes to these things. The notion of facing her in fervent combat must have caused his senses to tip him off to her ‘rant’. “Or am I perpetually going to be teased by you keeping it so far away as my fingers almost grasp it?”

Hmph.