[Roy should really just stop. Let sleeping dogs lie and all that.
But the refusal was annoying. Offensive, even. Like he had been denied a calling. His fingers itch and tighten harder around the hilt, and irritation buzzes louder through his head, giving way to hot, stinging fury.
He should walk away. Take a breather and come back, and maybe Vaughn would be ready then.
But he can't and it takes him a moment or two before he realizes his body moving on its own.
Roy doesn't lunge so much as spring forward, that innocuous wooden sword raised over his head only to be brought down like a guillotine, aiming for the side of Vaughn's torso.]
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But the refusal was annoying. Offensive, even. Like he had been denied a calling. His fingers itch and tighten harder around the hilt, and irritation buzzes louder through his head, giving way to hot, stinging fury.
He should walk away. Take a breather and come back, and maybe Vaughn would be ready then.
But he can't and it takes him a moment or two before he realizes his body moving on its own.
Roy doesn't lunge so much as spring forward, that innocuous wooden sword raised over his head only to be brought down like a guillotine, aiming for the side of Vaughn's torso.]