Keir shuddered. He didn’t want to think about what could possibly prevent him from fighting back. Still, he straightened his posture and tried to sound as calm as possible, “I never run away from a fight.” He sighed and continued:
“Look, I don’t even know what yer tryin’ tae achieve with this. Ye got pissed because I decapitated you a while back, aye, but ye got yer revenge! Ye got what ye wanted, ye made me bloody crumble in front of you! Eye for an eye!” He stroked the nape of his neck uncomfortably. “Why won’t ye jus’ go bugging someone else?!”
He sure was confident enough to say that, James thought to himself. Then again, everyone around him was a mercenary and so was he. So they were expected to be ready to fight.
As he listened to Keir a cold laughter escaped his mouth. “Revenge? Oh, yes, maybe that one time was for revenge. But I don’t do things for that. My purpose for this.. is different”, he replied. He had never been able to play fair. He loved to burn things but burning people was something different. The screams, the begging look in their eyes..
“You’re the one with the most, eh, potential to be ‘bugged’, so to say. You’re weak.”