@ghastlybeast
He wasn’t prepared for the solid blow as the fist slammed into him, knocking him several feet away and flat on his back. Luckily Mishka was … some sort of undead thing and nothing was actually too damaged. The bitter taste of ash filled his mouth, a poor and displeasing substitute for the blood he craved, and was summarily spat out. Anticipating another blow Mishka was quick to get up, Manikin Claws – yet another poor and displeasing substitute to his own Beast Claw – at the ready. “What the fuck are you doing, asshole? Defending the sad and pathetic?”
A brief gesture at the cowering woman clothed in white, who had only asked to be touched. Mishka had planned on doing much more than just touching her, points of his weapons ready to pierce tender flesh.
THE look he gives the unkindled is flat and cold, a grave-still glare perfected over the span of an age. going to waste somewhat, invisible under the helmet, but the sentiment is razor-sharp. the iudex flexes his fingers, feels old knuckles crack under metal. no real damage to either of them. but oh, by the still-burning flame, it was satisfying.
"SELFISHNESS gets punished in turn. by the gods, or their agents, or by me." the iudex does not make any further move to reprimand mishka--merely gestures rough at the woman in white, pale and trembling. "put those little claws away. and try show some compassion."