07-14-2014, 06:54 PM
Jaxen was feeling pretty good about himself after the other two naga ran away from him. His sly smirk turned self-satisfied and he slowed to a more sustainable jogging pace rather than the all-out sprint for your life from before. Mind, it wasn't because he was winded. But the fact that he'd seen no more snake people since then crept chills up his spine. Something was wrong, and those damned gongs kept sounding.
He turned a corridor and grunted when a torpedo slammed into his gut. It was the little one again!
He was flung through a doorway, that was apparently not the doorway, and his little attacker blocked the only exit. He gathered his breath, and scooped up the bowels he'd felt pop out of his gut, and looked behind him.
Not the only exit.
He eyed her, breathing hard and defiant. "Are you herding me? Like cattle?"
He seemed offended, but more likely it was because he hadn't realized it sooner. His gaze fell to the rope in her hand.
He backed away from her, but made sure not to seem as though she was threatening him backward, even though she really was. Kind of. Jaxen was stalling. Stalling until he could think of a way out of this.
Quick eyes darted the room with a thief's surveillance. There wasn't much. Four walls, a high ceiling, a bench too big to use as a bludgeon.
He didn't much appreciate the herding. Or ambushing. Or being threatened with a rope. He hated the feeling of free-falling out of control.
His shoulders suddenly relaxed and Jaxen stood straight. He tugged on the sleeves to his fine blue coat and lifted his chin, defiant all the way. "Alright, SnakeNaga lady, but when I go in there, it's for my own reasons."
his voice sharpened and he spun and strode purposefully away, likely to an excruciating demise.
He turned a corridor and grunted when a torpedo slammed into his gut. It was the little one again!
He was flung through a doorway, that was apparently not the doorway, and his little attacker blocked the only exit. He gathered his breath, and scooped up the bowels he'd felt pop out of his gut, and looked behind him.
Not the only exit.
He eyed her, breathing hard and defiant. "Are you herding me? Like cattle?"
He seemed offended, but more likely it was because he hadn't realized it sooner. His gaze fell to the rope in her hand.
He backed away from her, but made sure not to seem as though she was threatening him backward, even though she really was. Kind of. Jaxen was stalling. Stalling until he could think of a way out of this.
Quick eyes darted the room with a thief's surveillance. There wasn't much. Four walls, a high ceiling, a bench too big to use as a bludgeon.
He didn't much appreciate the herding. Or ambushing. Or being threatened with a rope. He hated the feeling of free-falling out of control.
His shoulders suddenly relaxed and Jaxen stood straight. He tugged on the sleeves to his fine blue coat and lifted his chin, defiant all the way. "Alright, SnakeNaga lady, but when I go in there, it's for my own reasons."
his voice sharpened and he spun and strode purposefully away, likely to an excruciating demise.