[He waits-- looking at the boy with a critical eye behind the goggles. Almost like he's studying, waiting to call the bluff. It doesn't read as much but it's hesitation. Freezing up. Like a panicked child caught looking in a cookie jar.
That was not a trait he had ever been trained or allowed to posses.
So; it seemed like no matter what, he was dead either way. Even if he managed to get away, the Court didn't like that kind of attention. So he really should've known better.
He wasn't afraid of dying, if there was nothing he could do.
But some part of him was still scared. And it makes his stomach feel sick. But he doesn't know why.
Talon's still like he's already a dead man; he's quiet until suddenly he's not. He's moving and there's a knife in each hand now, and he's actually yelling, a grunt like he's angry, and rushing forward to meet Robin in his advance and swing his weapons without hesitation, and without discrimination, but still an alarming degree of precision.
The least he could do is not disappoint them completely.]
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That was not a trait he had ever been trained or allowed to posses.
So; it seemed like no matter what, he was dead either way. Even if he managed to get away, the Court didn't like that kind of attention. So he really should've known better.
He wasn't afraid of dying, if there was nothing he could do.
But some part of him was still scared. And it makes his stomach feel sick. But he doesn't know why.
Talon's still like he's already a dead man; he's quiet until suddenly he's not. He's moving and there's a knife in each hand now, and he's actually yelling, a grunt like he's angry, and rushing forward to meet Robin in his advance and swing his weapons without hesitation, and without discrimination, but still an alarming degree of precision.
The least he could do is not disappoint them completely.]