Snippet #1511569

Kisikoni wondered whether the Commander was really just an anti-social loner. "Air, eh?" He drawled, thinking about it. "Yeah. Nothin' bett'r than air during a rainstorm. Can taste that freshness ten feet under, even." He said, his head swaying from side to side. He had managed to retrieve his second butterfly sword shortly after the battle- when the god damned child burned him he dropped it but found it later amidst the bodies. Now the two swords clanked happily as they slapped the edge of the bench. The pattering of rain didn't calm the spirit he let loose.

He stared into the rain, picking out the form of Talae before he even recognized her. " 'Ey! There be my favorite dark elf!" He said before she drew close to make her snarky comment. He listened to her briefly, his hearing dropping in and out at odd moments.

"It seems... only one who sought a ...eace and quiet," He heard her, and his eyes blankly returned a confused stare. "...about the two of you, but I get the distinct impression that the ...'re anywhere else. When do we move out?" He was about to make a loud outburst, but what little discipline remained grounded in the storm that is his mind stopped him. He thought about it seriously as Wrath responded. Not for long, eh? Well, the Dragon's weren't going to let the Legion sit around and rest in it's towns. Better press the attack- strike the iron while it's still hot. Yes.

"Ehh. The citizens... they make their own choices. We... we.. be the same- if the Dragons invaded us a-a-and took o'er our lands." He slurred. "Shhhhpeaking of which..." he mumbled while bobbing his head in one motion toward the crowd of citizens gathering. He hoisted himself up, stumbling forward and grabbing Talae's shoulder for support. "Whoopsie. Sorry 'bout tha, partner." He said with unusual warmth, looking at the butterfly swords tied to his waste for a long time. A blue light flooded Kisikoni, and he felt a burning sensation in his stomach. "Ow." He complained, as his motor skills were somewhat restored and his head was slightly cleared. This would definitely assist in lessening the blow the hangover would give. Kisikoni didn't give the situation too much thought as of now- the lone child was fairly interesting though, robes that differed from the regular child.

He raised his fists, forgetting entirely about the weapons tied to his waist. The citizens had stopped about thirty paces away. Kisikoni's hands contorted themselves: the fingers curling in halfway and the wrists turning inward into a relaxed position- as if he had been sitting in that position all day. He swayed slightly.