Date: 2009-08-24 03:23 pm (UTC)
Teatime's almost-smile left him, and he almost-scowled. He had too much to concentrate on without bothering with extreme expressions.

He wrenched the spear from the armor's grip, knocking back the blow from the man, though he had trouble gaining purchase on both the weapon and the floor. He slipped away quickly, out of reach of the bat and those nasty, loud creatures. It would be so good to silence them.

He had been with the accusations up until the 'waste of skin' part. The other words he could accept, but that...
"I didn't think so," he said calmly, drawing up into an offensive stance. "None of my friends have ever been quite so rude to me."
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