"If ya wanted a shot, ya would need to be at ya best, which clearly, after all that, ya not."
Maybe he wasn't as dumb as he seemed, still very dangerous.
"So ya can put ya claws away, ya overgrown pigeon."
Kage
Lute folded her arms over her chest, her eyes stayed sharply on him.
“I don’t need to be at the top to cut you down, pest.”
She hissed.
— ㄥ𝒖𝒕𝒆 🪽
"If ya say so, sweetheart."
He fully stepped out of the shadow, a large cheshire grin plastered across his face,
"Ya ain't that high up on the food chain~"
Kage
She sharply turned and glared at him. She certainly wasn’t happy to see this one.
“Bold of you to even show your face to me.”
— ㄥ𝒖𝒕𝒆 🪽
"Prepping for ya next crash out~"
Was it smart to poke an angry angel?
Well he wasn't a smart man.
Kage
It had been awhile since everything. Lute has been training nonstop. Her limbs were aching, but she didn’t stop!
She needed to be prepared, be ready.
