THE PIT.

[face-breaker]

+ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐓.

independent + selective + mostly canon compliant w/ headcanon inspiration + multimuse rp blog + est. 2024 + written by reiikon

↪ feat. SETTRIGH from riot's league of legends, cole cassidy of overwatch, elliott witt of apex legends & more. click any of the links above to be directed to my carrd where you'll find my rules ( which you should read, they're not that bad — i promise ), my muse list, dossiers for each muse, verse information, as well as my mains and affiliates. please let me know if you have any accessibility issues with any of the information on my carrd ! i'll be more than happy to fix the issue or accommodate you any way i can — happy roleplaying !

[tamedgod]

"come here..." a heel kicks out as sett sinks further into his seat, the spread of his legs matching the width of the extra wide arm chair across the room from where xiao stood. head cants to the side, eyes loosely floating up and down the other's figure as a corner of his mouth salaciously ticked upwards. "closer...i wanna see you."

suggestive // @face-breaker

seemingly lazy golden hues are actually quite focused as they remain locked onto their point of interest — sett. xiao watches him carefully from across the room, where he’s casually leaned against the wall. the easy smile on his face pulls a bit wider as, at the redhead’s command request, he finally pushes away from the wall and saunters forward, the white lace of his outfit trailing in his wake. each step he takes is slow, calculated; he’s sizing sett up just as much as the boss is sizing him up. and while this dance was one they had done many, many times before, xiao never tired of it.

he holds sett’s gaze with unbroken focus, all of his attention very clearly centered on the man as he smoothly approached. xiao cants his own head to the side to mimic sett’s movement, steadily closing the gap between them before suddenly stopping short. with the other’s legs now on either side of him, xiao seductively leans forward, his dark, sootily stained hands propping him up via the arms of the chair. the plunging neckline of his attire allowed his ample chest to be more prominently on display, and the gold of his shoulder tattoo gleamed softly under the dim lighting. his head dips slightly to keep mere inches between their mouths, voice low and inviting.

“this close enough for you, big boy?”

[face-breaker]

for a moment, it wasn't even about the outfit. god, did settrigh love when xiao so willingly obeyed him like this...no questions asked. just obedience. and a show, at that.

sett always did love a good show...

xiao finally stepped into the bit of light that illuminated the corner sett sat in and the ornate detail of the outfit was finally in view to receive its proper appreciation. between that and xiao knowing all of sett's little buzz words...

fuck...

he might've even mumbled that out loud, in a huff of breath that left him as xiao steadily lowered himself to the arms of the throne-like chair he sat in. and the breath refused to return to him until his head fell to rest against the back of the chair.

"almost..." chin tilts up, closing what little gap was left between their lips, pulling him closer not by the hand that snuck around to xiao's back, but by the tongue that hastily wrapped around the other's. he fervently grabbed at what he could, examining every inch of material not with his eyes, but roaming hands. wherever they could reach.

it wasn't long before he catches himself, just as a claw-like nail catches onto a bit of the delicate lace. sett gently, and regretfully, shoved his husband a few inches away, hand square to his chest, to stop himself from going any further. "fuck — do you HAVE to wear this for the shoot tomorrow?" he groaned, looking the outfit over once more before hands mournfully draped across the fabric on his hips. he'd be pretty upset with himself if he managed to ruin it just before xiao was supposed to wear it for work, but the urge to dig nails into the fine holes of the fabric and rip it apart like the wrapping paper of a present was very strong right now.

almost stronger than his self control not to...so xiao's pushed just a bit further away. but he couldn't resist for long.

sett slowly drifts forward, eyes closed as lips distractedly drag along the exposed skin of xiao's collarbone. he releases a heavy sigh that morphs into an exaggerated and frustrated GROAN into the middle of xiao's chest before he tilts his head, looking up to xiao with near pleading eyes.

"please tell me they're at least letting you keep it afterwards..."

[face-breaker]

are you really friends if you don't have a puppy au where you turn all your muses into pets —

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  a  mix  of  angst,  fluff,  and  plot  focused  dialogue  prompts  in  the  form  of  questions.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ what are you listening to? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ how did you get this scar? ❜

❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜

❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ don’t you know what you mean to me? ❜

❛ will i see you again? ❜

❛ are you comfortable? ❜

❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜

❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜

❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜

❛ do you want to share this? ❜

❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ like what you see? ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ are you happy here with me? ❜

❛ sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜

❛ do you want my jacket? ❜

❛ how are you still alive? ❜

❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

❛ how does it feel to be in love? ❜

❛ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong? ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ isn’t this amazing? ❜

❛ did you miss me? ❜

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜

❛ am i worth so little to you? ❜

❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜

❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ well, how do i look? ❜

❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ you don’t know who i am, do you? ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜

❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜

❛ what are you thinking about? ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ have you come to laugh at me? ❜

❛ will you still look at me like you do now? ❜

[face-breaker]

happy birthday to my son i hope you continue to terrorize the rift with face breakers and fully charged haymakers for 6 more years to come,

[face-breaker]

my carrd is in pieces, when were y'all gonna tell me —

[tamedgod]

Feline pupils dilate in the dark as Haru watches the man move, jaw slackening a tad as he wrings out his clothes, muscles taut; it took more effort than she'd care to admit to look away. Chilled air danced along wet skin, the cat shivering as she tried to wring out her long hair as much as possible. Perhaps she'd ask Astrid to cut it short, she thought, as a small puddle of water soaked into the dirt beside her — maybe a change would help in light of recent events. The thoughts drift away, however, at the sound of Sett's approach. Grey hues turn to catch sight of the man now bent so close, gaze first landing on his chest, only to quickly dart up to his smile, then to his eyes. The heat rising to her face is a stark contrast to the cold settling into her limbs, the feeling of embarrassment only made bearable by the idea that the other beastkin hopefully couldn't see it for himself.

"Well, you're... you're not the only one not used to it, okay?"

It was almost a pout, feline ears flattening a little in stubborn rebuttal as Sett gently wiped the moisture from her face. Despite spending much of her life further north even than this, Haru had never done particularly well in the cold — especially not under rainy conditions. Snow was one thing, but rain? At this temperature? Chilled her to the bone beneath the humidity. Her tail flicked anxiously, eyes darting away again as the other returns to a stand. Despite his teasing, a small smile forms on her face as he wraps the shawl around her, the cloth large on her small frame. Haru takes a moment to consider the gesture as she wraps herself deeper into the damp fabric, opening her mouth to thank him. The words die in her throat, however, as she feels his arms close around her, pulling her close.

Haru tensed, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry, the earlier string of anxiety now a tight knot in her stomach. She could feel her heart pounding practically out of her chest as Sett's chin rested on her shoulder — could he feel it? Hear it? Could he feel the heat radiating off of her cheek? Was she still shivering from the cold, or from her nerves? It was taking more and more willpower to remain focused and present in the moment — to not let her mind wander towards other things.

"Astrid..."

As Sett softly spoke in her ear — distracting as it was — the cat took a deep breath against him in an attempt to refocus. Grey gaze moves to rest straight ahead, watching the rain bear down beyond the overhang as she did her very best to listen. Her heart slowed as she took another deep breath, then another, its beating becoming the only sound left beside the pouring rain as the other beastkin trailed off. They sat there in the silence a moment, a twinge of guilt worming its way through Haru as his hands grab hold of her arms. Grey eyes fall to the dirt at his plea, feline ears drooping as she considers how to respond.

"I... couldn't." It was the truth, no more and no less. Haru wouldn't pretend that she'd been fine while he'd been out — Sett would see through that in seconds. So even though her voice was tempered, a solemness to her tone, all of it would be the truth. "I felt — sick, at the idea of eating most days. I couldn't sleep because of the worry... wouldn't sleep because of my dreams." She fell silent, shifting a little in his grip.

"All that mattered to me was you, I..." She paused, biting her lip in nervousness. "I needed you to be okay."

A moment of silence falls upon her, the cat unfamiliar with being this open — like a fresh wound adjusting to the air around it.

"I'll be... I'm fine, though. i can't die — no one is going to lose me."

[face-breaker]

His grip on the other beastkin faltered with her words, touch growing tender under the pressure of familiar understanding. It was difficult for the Tiosian to remain steady in his animosity, considering he knows the feeling all too well by now. Most days the roles were reversed — it's Sett's appetite that's failing him while he sits at Haru's bedside. It's countless hours he spends laying awake, worrying over her...

— but the bit of GRACE given out of understanding falls out from beneath the two as what he would consider a rather bold claim leaves the cat's lips. One that has Sett reeling back in confusion, and anger as a pang in his chest quickly spat out the words, "You're WRONG."

There's another tug, pulling Haru to his chest in an attempt to connect their gaze over her shoulder, upset plain in his features. "You die...all the time. CONSTANTLY. Over and over again. And every time I have to just sit there and wait and HOPE you come back. Because you don't really know, do you?" He doesn't specify, but he's POSITIVE she knows what he's hinting at. Because it's gotten worse throughout their travels. Each of Haru's deaths taking longer to recover from than the last. It was difficult for him to not look at the eventual end of the trend, and it was frustrating that Haru acted like she just doesn't see it at all.

So it comes out in a huff, Sett physically turning the other beastkin around in his lap. She was going to see — whether she wanted to or not — all the pain, all the anger as it chipped away at the facade he'd spent YEARS building. As it tore down defenses and destroyed walls that stood tall even through his toughest battles, his roughest of fights. None of it stood a chance here. "Don't you DARE tell me I haven't lost you, just because you're here now. Not when I've had to grieve you each and every time you decide it's okay to throw yourself in the line of fire. Every time not knowing if it's my last. I'm not —" It's a combination of the lump in his throat and the tinge of anger on his tongue that cuts his rant short, eyes tearing away before dropping down to the dirt. Despite what he'd been told all his life, Settrigh wasn't stupid. If what Haru was saying were true, they wouldn't be in the situation they're in now. If Haru really, truly couldn't die...

— there would be no purpose in him saving her...

Claws retract at the realization they've nearly pierced skin, but trembling hands remain clinging to the cat's shoulders even as he slouches forward, finally letting out the shaky breath he'd unknowingly been holding. His chest ached — and he was unsure if it was strain from his injuries, or the way his heart was pounding against his ribcage at the thought, the image of that final moment plaguing his mind, even as eyes clamp shut to escape it.

"I...couldn't lose you like that."

[face-breaker]

perhaps......drafts.

[nourrice]

im available if any of you wanna fight

[face-breaker]

somewhere out there is a demand that needs supplyin' — and once it comes across settrigh's desk, he's making sure it gets fulfilled.

the glaringly obvious centerpiece of the boss' portfolio is what we know as THE PIT — ionia's biggest, most well-known underground fighting ring. it's here that sett made his first step towards entrepreneurship, taking over the establishment at the age of 21, after fighting in the ring himself for 5 years. i won't go too far into detail about the pit ( and it's subsidiaries ) in this post, as i've already got a much more refined post saved in my drafts — but just know, that his revenue from the pit makes up a little over 50% of his annual profits. now, while VIOLENCE is settrigh's main business, he's got his hands in quite a few other ventures. another chunk of his purse is funded by textile production and sales. specifically high end fabrics native to ionia, such as SILK. less than 30% of his sales are domestic, the rest being sold all over runeterra, in places that can afford the delicacy — his main buyers being in piltover, demacia and shurima, but he's got accounts in just about every region. it's a relatively tame component of his assets, compared to some of the others. the whole process is fairly transparent, and surprisingly legal, as sett refuses to extort his own people in such a way. he pays his laborers well, and doesn't force egregious hours to meet quotas. this is due in part to his mother having been part of that particular workforce before. growing up, he's seen first hand how she was treated and what it did to her over time. this is one of settrigh's only business ventures that his mother is fully aware of and only makes up around 15% of his portfolio — it's still, however, equivalent to a multimillion-dollar book. a slightly heftier piece to the puzzle would be his hand in the shipping trade. ionia, being the land of unspoiled beauty and natural magic, it's people were never ones to cultivate it's harvest beyond their own needs in an attempt to protect it's resources. the land is also surrounded by treacherous seas few are willing to sail. between those two quandaries, selling and trading beyond the continent weren't really concerns of the people for quite some time — and the few who did, lost interest and faith after the first noxian invasion. with their lands ravished, a general sense of unease settled across ionia. total resources were demolished and, those that weren't, quickly depleted over the years. this remained an issue for years to come. for the first time in the land's history, they would need to rely heavily on external trading and importing of goods across the entire nation to survive. but they lacked the infrastructure for international trading — a gap settrigh would later fill. it not only helped in supporting the business for his textile and other smaller dealings, but enriched the first lands as a whole — finally allowing the people to buy, sell and trade across runeterra. as sett's dealings in shipping and trade stand today, over half of ionia's trade is shipped straight through him. and that number is so large because his business model is quite the gray area. while it started out as mostly dry goods and his own products, as word got around that ionia joined the major trading scene and the business began to boom, questionable offers began to roll in. the BLACK MARKET TRADES, the weapon shipments — the payout was too good to pass up. and, well, as the boss always said:

the only thing an honest livin' makes you is BROKE.

so he'd accept those too — typically covering it up with the more legal contracts as they moved through each region. the operation as a whole makes up another 30% of his profits. those are the main three business ventures sett's found himself tangled in. all three of course branch off into smaller, more local covenants and dealings, but seeing as this post is already longer than i originally intended it to be, i won't keep babbling about it here. but just know, he has a contact for just about anything you can want, need or think of under the sun. no, really — anything.

[tamedgod]

[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home. — sett told xiao not to wear those heels out, yet here we are,

reasons to carry someone // @face-breaker

xiao was blissfully content.

It didn't matter that his ankles hurt like hell, or that Sett got to tell him off with all the I told you so's in the world; he'd make the same choice again if it meant he ended up in the position he found himself in now.

He's jetpacking against Sett, arms thrown over and locked around his shoulders, the other's strong arms wrapped around and hoisting him up by his legs. How long had it been since Xiao had been given a piggyback ride, or even really carried in general? He'd been pretty big and broad a good chunk of his life, too dense for any average person to lift. but sett was no average person, and every time that man maneuvered him around in any way, Xiao couldn't help but swoon. It didn't matter if it was in or out of the bedroom, being carried by his husband always reduced him to the most mushiest man alive.

"Gods, I love you so fucking much..."

His voice is dreamy, so thoroughly satisfied as he presses loose, loving kisses to the back of Sett's neck. Xiao nuzzles into his shoulder then, eyes sliding shut in his intense gratification. he could stay like this forever, his husband carrying him this way. He's practically purring as he rests tranquilly against the man.

"I'm the luckiest guy in the whole damn world..."

[face-breaker]

"Yeah, yeah...I'm startin' t' think you just don't like walking."

Pain is sometimes the cost of beauty, so Sett's been told — it's not anything he'll ever live by, but the man made sure to mention before they left the house, the futility of SUFFERING in the particular case his husband Xiao had found himself in. He didn't need to dress himself up in fancy clothing or the heels Settrigh specifically advised against him wearing to garner the attention of the other man. And he should know this, as often as he's sure to tell him.

It takes a minute or two, and the other's lips dragging along the back of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake, for him to really take in the moment.

It was a good day. One of Xiao's better days, in comparison to the past week or so. It's why Sett insisted they take advantage of the daylight, do something FUN — despite the fact that he's normally asleep right about now. Days like this were few and far in between. He doesn't even remember the last time the two had been on a date like this...

— then it dawns on him. The outfit, the heels...Xiao's not doing it for Sett — there's a very real possibility that he may be doing all this for himself. To regain some sense of NORMALCY, to restore some of his confidence he's lost over time as his body changed with his condition. To rewind the clock a bit, and get a little taste of the old times...

And, well...now he feels like an asshole for trying to turn him down in the first place...

He hefts Xiao a little higher up his back, arms pulling the man tight against him as they make their way up a few steps. There's a hum in Settrigh's chest as the other nestles against him that slips out into a chuckle. "Tell me — 's that the real reason you wanted me to marry you? Huh? So I'd feel OBLIGATED t' carry you 'round?"

[aurelion-solar]

Radiant Serpent Sett Concept Art - Herbie Wang & Leija Chan

[tamedgod]

"i'll carry you to bed if i have to — you know i can...and you know i WILL." — sett....to xiao.

lack of sleep // @face-breaker

"Ooo, is that a threat or a promise?"

Despite how clear it was that Xiao was tired — whether it was his drooping eyelids or the steady stream of giggles bubbling out of him as he teased his husband — he was not willing to go down easy. With the pair of them on opposite schedules now, the two of them didn't get to spend anywhere near as much time together. It was because of this that Xiao would so often stay up late in the hopes of catching Sett before either of them went to sleep.

The problem was that he'd been staying up like this for days.

The lack of rest was really beginning to catch up to him, his mother even mentioning it at the modeling agency when he was caught falling asleep in the makeup chair. After all she'd done for him with what had happened within their family, there was a twinge of guilt about making Zhanna look bad... but not enough to overturn the longing he felt to be around Settrigh. Awake. Together. It felt horribly hollow, how much he missed the other during the day. And it was because of that feeling that he would keep playing this game. There might be... other perks to be had from it, as well.

"You're gonna have to work for it, pretty boy. Show me what you've got!"

[face-breaker]

"Both..." stated definitively, the smile and fit of laughter that follow not being an accurate representation of how serious he was treating the matter.

He moves through the foyer, dropping his keys to the table in the entryway before making his way over to the couch, where Xiao was teasing him from. A hand leans to the arm of the sofa, the other settling to his side as Sett hovered over his husband a moment, head knocking to the side in an inquisitive tilt as he looked the man both up and down.

There was no doubt he looked exhausted. It was four in the morning after all — any normal person would be. But he could also tell this was more than just a few hours of missed sleep. This was the result of several days worth of missed sleep. Settrigh knew what he was doing...knew Xiao was just waiting for him to come home from work so they could spend some quality time together — just like last night...and the night before that. He'd be a LIAR if he said he didn't enjoy this extra time with Xiao, he even encouraged it the first night. But this was going a little too far now...

A hand moves, fingers brushing along either side of Xiao's jaw before Sett's tugging the man upward by the chin — closer...before leaning in to meet him half way for a kiss, one that never connects.

They're within inches of each other when Sett stops, even pulling back a bit to watch Xiao's reaction as he teases with a smirk, "You know what? I guess you can stay out here..." He stands up straight, hands moving to his hips as he takes a step back to give the man one more look over before turning around to head straight for their bedroom.

"Go ahead, stay up as late as you want." He waves the other off, not even sparing a glance back as a nonchalant shrug rolls off his shoulders. "Don't even worry 'bout me, I'll get Beans to keep me warm."

The dog perks up at the sound of his name, watching as Sett passes by. "C'mon, boy..." said with a pat to his thigh, the pit scrambles to his feet before prancing into the room right behind the man.

[face-breaker]

does it mean your friendship has leveled up when said friend has agreed to go camping with you in "feels like 5 degrees" weather ?

[tamedgod]

"do i look like th' kinda person who just DIES?" — sett to astrid, because he would say this after the incident LMAO

fantasy starters // @face-breaker

"Oho, clearly not, my dear."

The words were light and lyrical, in good humor against the other's own. It had only been a little more than a day since he'd woken up, but Sett seemed to be in fair form by Astrid's account — and by Elias's, whose opinion arguably mattered most. This puts the pair of them outside the seaside cottage, the mage with shears in hand, delicately cutting down the beastkin's hair. There's a tranquil smile on the woman's face as she carefully snips small tresses of red hair away, every now and then pausing to reposition Sett's face before continuing.

"Though you do sleep like you're dead, I must say!" She teases as she brushes some of the fallen strands off the man's shoulders. "If not for your snoring, it might even be hard to tell."

She chuckles, setting the shears down for a moment to work out some of the small braids Haru had left in Sett's hair, the white flowers the cat had looped in no longer completely fresh. Once all the hair was loose again, Astrid took the gathered up flowers and reached around to place them in the man's hands. The shears were brought back out not long after, put right back to work. He couldn't see it from his position, but there was a dreaminess to her expression as she worked.

"I could replace those braids for you if you'd like, but... I think someone else might enjoy it more than me."

[face-breaker]

"Yeah...heard that before." he allows only a chuckle to slip through, trying his best to remain still while the other worked.

He'd asked for the older woman's help in preparation for his first hunt since waking up a few days ago. His red, wavy hair had grown incredibly long — so much so it'd prompted Haru to braid it out of the way, tied together with care and delicate flowers that were scattered and collected across the cabin's land. Settrigh would've kept it like that, if the soft petals hadn't begun to WILT. So the time came to brush it all out and trim it down, a fresh start to go along with his own.

But there's a slight hesitation as those flowers were brought around his shoulder before being placed in his hands by Astrid, a gentleness to the act that gets the beastkin...thinking.

Eyes gaze over the withering petals, even as his head is cant to the side by the other continuing in her work.

His expression would read the complete OPPOSITE of hers — a frown prominent and obviously hinting towards his sudden uneasiness, even despite Astrid's prod at whatever it was the two had going on between them. It didn't take long for his mind to compare these flowers to the very person who picked them out and put them there.

It wasn't anything obvious, not something he noticed right away after awakening, but the past few weeks didn't seem to have been quite as kind to Haru as it was the others. The event took it's toll on everyone, sure — more than he would've ever imagined something like that would. But Haru...

"How'd she take it?" he eventually fumbles out, voice low, eyes still locked on one flower in particular. "Haru — I...can see it." A thumb moves to brush along the soft velvet of a petal, even just that slight touch enough to separate it from the rest before releasing it to the will of the slight breeze. There's a pause as he watches it drift through the wind, only speaking up again as it finally fades out of view.

"What happened?"

[face-breaker]

@tamedgod asked:

"Quit gettin' in my face." Despite his voice being low, as rarely used as it was, it was laced with anger — and perhaps a trace of fear. Even if the others were becoming more comfortable with Sett, Rune still wasn't there yet. The Tiosian king was... boisterous. He reminded the deerling of another man in their troupe — one he also didn't feel quite comfortable with. The difference, though, was something Rune didn't like acknowledging. That fear... a dread that twisted his gut and made his body freeze, only brought around by one thing: predators. And so here he was now, trying his hardest not to freeze up against Sett's bothersome provocations. "Y'have plenty'a others t' pick a fight with."

It was...friendly goading — so the king thought. Nothing more than playful BANTER he would mouth off towards anyone in the group. He'd been trying to get Ruhn'Dir to join in on the troupe's training sessions since they started partaking in the downtime activity months ago, to no success.

The verbal PROD is now forced into the other's face, Sett stepping within a foot of the deerling before bucking towards him in tease.

"Oh, c'mon..." he taunts at the refusal, disregarding the plenty of others that were being referred to. "I don't want none'a them, I want YOU." The last word prompts a hard shove against the other's chest — perhaps a little harder than the beastkin needed to, to instigate the fight he was looking for. Overkill would be a bit of an understatement.

He truly meant good by the motion though, despite how the altercation looked from the outside. Besides just wanting to spend more time with the other beastkin, perhaps get to know him beyond what he was willing to tell Sett — which wasn't much — he honestly looked as if a strong enough wind blew through here, he'd be gone in an instant. Learning a few defensive moves at the very least couldn't hurt, Settrigh thought. Especially considering the sort of close quarters combat the team has been finding themselves in the middle of here lately. But every time he asked him to join the rest of the group, he always got the same answer.

But not today. If asking nicely wouldn't work, he'd make him — for his own good, right?

"Show me what y'got, Robin Hood."

[javsfinn]

winks @face-breaker .

[face-breaker]

— that an invitation?