Che, you coward!!
A coward? Him?
Of all the things Atlas had to say, it was that.
Fefnir could honestly say that despite his temper and tendency to challenge people to sparring matches and such, the ex-Guardian was rather hospitable to most. There were lines he had, of course, but they were incredibly hard to cross, really. After all, there was a difference between when he was annoyed and when he was angry.
Calling him a coward because he didn't want to fight the woman due to her being weaker than he? That was one of the big lines that she had just all but run over.
"A coward, you say?" His voice was quiet and trembling slightly as he clenched his fists and his teeth. It took all of his willpower not to pick Atlas up and throw her through a wall.
"Fighting those weaker than I is cowardly, you fool," His voice almost became a snarl as he looked down at the woman he had defeated. A fight that had been completely the opposite of honourable.
"This was not a battle of honour. This was a death match. You have no idea what it means to fight with even a shed of honour..." The reploid turned away from his biomatch, his torn coat flapping lightly in the desert wind.
Fefnir had created one of his favourite fighting landscapes for their duel - the deserts he often guarded. It was perfect...
But not for this.
"Never challenge me to a fight again," The former Guardian said, and dispelled the vision. The biometal, too, flew away from the human to land on the windowsill that he claimed as his, and went offline, locking his abilities as he did so.
It seemed that Atlas would not be able to speak to him for a while.
