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[Light]

Garris looks over hearing the loud screech and brings his cup up to his lips with a solemn look. Mesa stops her attack as well and lightly prances nearby a safe distance away to watch the match. She didn't cheer; she knew better than to do that for something so brutal, but she watched. All three did, including Densil with his big, sad brown eyes.

[CrimsonMoon]

As rori parried on man's blow, the second slashes toward his blind back. The prince barely bending in time, he hisses between his teeth but smirks, all of them were grinning... The thrill of battle was a wonderful and horrific thing... They all understood that

[Light]

Mesa covers her mouth taking in a small breath, her bangs falling over her eyes as she watches. She just couldn't get used to it, no matter how many times she watched.

Densil crouches down on the ground and cups his chin in his hand.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori an the men break apart, the one with the bloody mouth suddeny guffawing and laughing so hard he dropped his sword. The second man joined in and soon all of them were laughing so hard they were mearly rolling on
The ground. The bloody man finally controls his breathing enough to guffaw," Makes me... Wonder... Who's really the king..."

[Light]

Mesa's shoulders sag in relief and she hugs the wooden spoon shuffling her feet.

Garris smiles a bit and sits up from his seat, his back popping. Good thing there were none of the kings followers around to report that comment... but even if they did what could they do? He hums thoughtfully and scratches his chin.

[CrimsonMoon]

A shout makes the three stiffen suddenly , a commander was stormig toward the man," What the HELL did you say?!"

The Iron Born straightens, looking back defiantly," I said... 'It makes you wonder who the real king is?'," he replies in a low growl. Like all other Islanders, they had stubborness like the rocks that beat back the waves

The commander seems to go through four shades of red before turning purple," YOU TRA-"

" No," Rori suddenly cut in, a cool, small smile playing on his lips as he gazes coldly at the older man

" Boy... Are you protecting this man from treason?" The commander hisses

" It's not treason if it is true," Rori replies icily

[Light]

Densil covers his mouth with the back of his hand to hide a smirk.
Oh the mouth on his little brother...

Mesa looks ready to tilt over, shock freezing her features. Did he REALLY have to go and say that!? Oh lord...

Garris quietly shakes his head and rolls his shoulders. "That's my son," he murmurs under his soft chuckle.

[CrimsonMoon]

The commander looks at if he was going to explode. A mere CHILD talking to him like that?! A BASTARD at that!!! The older man drew his sword but in a flash, the two men with Rori had trapped the man's neck between their blades," I'm not a usurper... I just gotta wait for the old man to die," Rori smile innocently," After all, If i have the thralls AND the military on my side, how many nobles do you think would be anle to defend the king? Oh..". He turns away and cooes," Thats right... None."

[Light]

Densil's fingers twitch anxiously as he glares at the commander. When he was younger he might have laughed--but that son of a ***** had raised a sword against his brother...!

Garris gently tilts Mesa back upright and pats the girls head, helping her recover. She blinks a few times and threateningly raises the spoon with a glare as she looks at the man that had suddenly had an outburst--someone forgot who REALLY made the food in the house and kept the castle running...

...and he was gonna regret it...

[CrimsonMoon]

The commander froze, twitching, his gaze burnig into rori's lithe back,"... You'll regret this..." The man hisses, either insanely brave or insanely stupid

Rori turns back with a small smile," Well then..." He turns and begins to walk away," 'off with his head' as the 'King' would say," he snaps his fingers...

And blood sprays the ground

[Light]

A startled yelp leaves Mesa, and Garris's hand covers her eyes from the gory sight that had sprayed through the air and onto the ground. Densil calmly sits up from the ground and turns his back to the headless body to take the spoon from the girl and gently begins to turn her away.

What was Rori thinking; doing that for no reason other than the man being a complete pompous a**? What was he going to tell Yuseh now with Mesa shaking like she's going to go into shock?

'Im sorry but my little brother had a man beheaded in front of her, she'll sleep it off?' ... F***, he was so dead...

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori finally seems to notice Mesa and instantly pales, he obviously was thinking the same thing,"..." He curses beneath his breath and sighs, talking tot he men who were laughing as if they had just brought down a good kill.

[Light]

Garris mumbles something to her and she quivers letting out a long breath. He had become somewhat close to her over the past few years and seemed to know just what to say to at least get her to put one foot in the other.

"Why don't we go pick up those clothes that you left out to dry? I bet they could use some clean clothes after wearing the same tunic for as long as some of them have," Densil suggest while slinging an arm over her shoulders to support her.

To let her know that she wasn't about to be tossed off a balcony.

Or thrown off a cliff. Stabbed to death. Beheaded. Crushed. Not with any of them there; over his dead body. But he didnt want her to see that--she didn't need to witness anymore of the grotesque, flawed fact of life that had ruled her every action.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori and the mem glance back, rori's gaze narrows ightly with guilt and he turns away, disappearing with one of the men. Te other with the bloody mouth walked over and smiles gently at her," Don't worry lass... Rori made most of us Iron Born smart-" he taps his temple slightly,"- and he taught us woth smarts comes mercy..."

[Light]

She peeks out from behind her fingers and lowers them to her sides, gripping the frayed material of her dress tightly. "I know," she whispers as she looks up at him. Her eyes focus on the blood and she pulls out a small linen handkerchief holding it out to him, "Here," she nervously offers as her hand shakes.

Densil watches carefully like the over protective big brother, and Garris's gaze loses focus as he looks around.

[CrimsonMoon]

He kneels on one knee and instead of taking the hankerchief, he puts a large hand on her head," Thanks. Little girl but no thanks, it'd be impossible to wash it completely white again," he muses softly, his faint accent seemig to make his deep voice slightly gentler

[Light]

Her misty morning blue eyes look puzzled for a few seconds before the corner of her lip twitches in an upward curve. She nods her head under his hand and slips it back into her pocket, "Alright then..." She hesitantly agrees.

[CrimsonMoon]

The man stands again and glances at him, gving him a shallow mods nefore turning his back again

[Light]

"It was nice meeting you," Garris rumbles nodding his head to him.

"Mhm," Mesa agrees softly, her bangs flopping up and down. Densil yawns a bit and nods as he does.

[CrimsonMoon]

The man just smiles crookedly over his shoulder, his gaze snapping ip to a sentry who suddeny starts yelling," LARGE OBJECT AT SEA!!"