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[thetrickstergod]

Tibarn.

You failed.

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[bamf_with_wings]

Oh. Look.

I can't imagine why you've decided to show yourself. Do you want to die that badly?

[thetrickstergod]

Can't hide forever.

[bamf_with_wings]

So? You've anything to say for yourself? Any brilliant epiphanies while you were scuttling around like a cockroach, living off the carcasses of long-dead rodents?

[thetrickstergod]

Look here, hawk king. I'm baiting you, not the other way around.

[bamf_with_wings]

And what do you hope to gain from your baiting? A swift death made swifter? I have held my anger in check, yet it seems your only desire is to become a corpse.

[thetrickstergod]

You realize what they'll do to you once they find that you're a murderer?

[bamf_with_wings]

What, imprison me? They'll have to catch me first, and even if they do, I'll have regretted nothing.

[thetrickstergod]

So you'll live a fugitive, eh?

[bamf_with_wings]

If I must.

Now, are you ready to face me again? If you can best me in combat, raven king, you have every right to survive. Show me how much your life is worth.

[thetrickstergod]

Must everything be solved with violence?

[bamf_with_wings]

What do you propose, then? Perhaps I should allow you a written apology for having a hand in slaughtering my people?

[thetrickstergod]

If only it were that simple.

Sorry, late late tag

[bamf_with_wings]

Damn right.

[Tibarn lunges at Naesala, transforming.]

aha, really sorry, even later tag

[thetrickstergod]

He's up in the air even before the Hawk King's a hawk. After all, ravens are famed for their speed. A fight, again? he wants to ask, but he can't ask anything now. He's not letting Tibarn defeat him, this time. If a raven could grin, Naesala would be grinning. Almost lazily, he sends a vortex of wind straight into Tibarn's path.

Later later tag, yep

[bamf_with_wings]

So Naesala will fight back this time. That's fine. It almost makes things easier, in fact; Tibarn didn't enjoy killing something that didn't at least try and fight back.

As Tibarn soars up after Naesala, the wind catches him off guard, though his quick reaction saves him; he dives, buffered slightly by the wind passing overhead. Not far off the ground now, Tibarn veers up, flips, then turns, facing what he expects to be a pressing attack from the raven king.