Re: Antagonist’s Anarchy: Derived from Dianthus
“If death is what you seek, it can be arranged.” Asokil gripped his spear-shaft, the blade as long as a shortsword and wickedly curved. A man on horse was worth ten men on foot, or so it was said. “You want to face me? It is your death.”
There was no trace of drunkenness about the mounted warrior this time, his eyes were sharp, calculating, and utterly cold. “Go ahead, I hate your type. If you're so eager to flirt with death...” the man spat, “Your bravado means nothing.”
The tone of condemnation and scorn were as final as Isokla's words on pacifism. Funny that.
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