@garuvusu || He just wants to scrap tbh ;;
“ [ WELL. ] if this just ain’t a sight.” Ah how the Malak could not contain his glee. Full long it had been since he’d seen someone carry themselves in the manner this one did. Perhaps a thousand sum years ago, perhaps even longer then as the amber tones shut as if to REMINISCE of his last good fight. One such with that damned pirate Aifread. Though if he were to count the younger Rangetsu, it’d be twenty. Then again, Rokurou was always a hellfire in a man. War Daemon, Yaksha, he called himself though his bite certainly fell short after the death of his elder brother by his own hand. Rokurou used to gloat about it when he had the chance, thinking it was a crowning achievement. To give the late swordsman credit, Shigure was LEGENDARY & had circumstances not been perfect Zaveid was all too sure the youngest would have died that day. He earned his rest.
[ HOWEVER. ] what concern struck him was the sight of the weapons the warrior carried at his hip. If the hilts were anything the zephyr could go by, he may have not been entirely dissimilar to his fallen Rangetsu comrade. Which meant one of two things; he was holding them just for show like some sort of sick sport or he actually was someone of MERIT on the battlefield. From how the other strode & carried himself, Zaveid was willing to place good Gald on the latter. What concern soon washed away into EXCITEMENT. A good fight. Ah the Empyreans seemed to smile upon him this day. “Struttin’ around pretty lil’ swords like those. Ya’ look bored. Well, big guy, ya’ down for a good ol’ fashioned tango? Just you n’ me. It’s sure to knock that flat look of yer face that’s for sure.” Words soon were met with a chuckle as the other pried himself from his perch against the shade of a tree. If any he wished to see the true nature of the other’s blades. Were the entirely similar to what his dead companion used? “Tell ya’ what. Loser buys the other their fill of drinks. Up the ante a lil’.”
