Game
Abrasive - Abrasive - Abrasive
Pet Information
Pet Name: Game
Owner: Red
Theme / Type: Normal Kratork
Born: June 27, 2015
Gender: Female
Mood: Mad
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 15 / 11
Strength: 23
Defense: 0
Speed: 16
Intellect: 10
Misticpower: 3
Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
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That was all she said to him.
Three weeks of silence, and she broke it with a sentiment so droll it was all Kyte could do not to laugh. She would hurt him if he laughed at her. So instead he rasped, "You know me too well to think I'd learn anything."
That earned him a backhanded blow so hard it rattled what teeth remained him. "Shouldn't hurt a man before he fights for you," Kyte said, spitting a gob of blood on the chamber's dark floor. The stone shimmered with his pain. He smiled at Yuna, hoping the flicker in her orange eyes was one of at least slight amusement. "Defeats the purpose, wouldn't you think?"
Her hand twitched. The one with the whip, he did not fail to note, leather and iron basking in the torchlight, eager to have a crack at Kyte.
He had yet to see the woman laugh, and from what he had seen, that's how he would die. Unless I've learned anything. Kyte snorted. He never learned. But that was, in his experience, not a requisite of this job.
"My purpose is to see you through the game alive, not to coddle you. Your open insolence suggests I have done a poor job in that respect." Another twitch, the whiphead beating a steady tap on the stone. Kyte knew as well as she did what her remedy for insolence was.
But that never works, does it? Oh, the whip hurt, he did not discount that, but Venette would never win his compliance that way. Lay down the whip and put up your fists, and we may yet see who commands who.
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