(I shall say hello with sassy Deimos) “You couldn’t land a hit on a mountain.”
♂ —— Cain’s muscles immediately froze, his concentration utterly broken by the softly teasing voice behind him. He knew that damned voice, knew the little sneak would find him at every possible integer of time wherein he didn’t want to be fucking found. Deimos was like that- always butting in. Hissing through his teeth, Cain turned to face the other fighter, sweating dripping from his brow and knuckles bloody from overtly rigorous training.
“Myshonok. Surely you’ve got better shit to do than fuck with me when I’m trying to let out some tension, huh?” He said idly, rolling his sore shoulders with a sickening pop. “You aren’t still salty over the time I fucking clocked you in the face when you snuck up on me, are you? Holding grudges ain’t healthy.”
