━ ♞ PAWS? Oh - Oh that was an INSULT that got not only their blood boiling, but their cheeks. In a seemingly fluid shift, the tints of GRAY present on their upper cheeks shifted to that of a boiling red. Was this THING trying to be funny? Was it trying to be TOUGH? As HILARIOUS as that might have been, it was also MORE than simply INFURIATING. They were a WARRIOR, a killer who’d taken HUNDREDS if not THOUSANDS of lives -
━ ♞ And this WASTE OF SPACE -
━ ♞ This INSOLENT CHILD -
━ ♞ Had the NERVE - the AUDACITY - to not only insult them, but call their CLAWS paws, whatever the FUCK those were !! Arc hissed under their breath, eyes locking on the SHORT-STACK in front of them. Like a mule about to KICK, one leg rose - their balance, however, did not FALTER. Though they were large, they were capable enough of remaining on ONE LEG for a time. Dirt drifted off of their lifted left leg, the claws on their TOES curling with the slightest movement.
━ ♞ They had FULL INTENTION of kicking the bastard as HARD as they could.
━ ♞ Arc bristled for a moment, almost HESITATING in kicking the utter bastard. It wouldn’t be HARD - they doubted it would take more than a few sharp jabs to rupture whatever FRAGILE organs it held within his stomach. If they could AIM right, ONE was all it would take, with any luck. Their breath hitched in the middle of their throat, a smug idea coming to mind.
━ ♞ ❝ Tell you WHAT. Since you’re obviously the dumbest member of your species to ever GRACE this worthless planet’s soil, you can HIT me first. Anywhere - punch, kick, bite, whatever. ❞ They spoke as though it was on the same level as a GAME, although there was still anger riding the waves of their words. They’d been beaten day after day for YEARS until they took a stand for themselves - there was no FEAR that one single hit from such a puny example of a ‘HUMAN’ could do anymore than bruise them.
━ ♞ ❝ I’m giving you a FREE SHOT, boy. Don’t waste it. ❞ Abstract boredom made its way into their voice, the NAL absentmindedly inspecting their claws. ❝ Any CYCLE now - or WHATEVER you call cycles on this planet.❞
Oh. Had he struck a nerve? That’s what it appeared to look like and Karey couldn’t feel more smug about it. Was having their hands called paws really that bothering to them? So much so that their face brightens from that gray to a hot red? It’s like they were boiling over, and Karey wanted to laugh.
How’d it feel being on the other end of the stick, he thinks.
Blue eyes cast down for a brief moment when he spies movement. And that movement was the lift of a leg. Had they planned to kick him? If they’d planned that, they should’ve just done it already and he tenses his body up. Straightens his back and puffs out his chest in hopes that the kick is delivered and yet...it never comes.
The sound leaves him when he hears words spoken to him. Hit them? Is that what they were getting at, why they had hesitated in delivering that hit they’d prepared for? All to tell him that he could get ONE hit in, a free shot. Well, it must be his lucky day. Fingers stop gripping his palm, uncurling just so he can press the knuckles of one hand into the other and grip hard at the back of said hand,
“So you’re giving me a freebie? Hah, your worst mistake yet, fucker,”
Knuckles are rubbed against his palm before his hands are dropped. Feet dig against the ground a mere moment before he kicks off, a sort of sprint being made as he winds back and jabs right at the extra terrestrial’s face, specifically right at their flushed cheek.
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