“The hell do you two fuzzballs want, huh?!”
It wasn’t a secret that Kamina hated the human animal hybrids. In fact, it was one of the most painfully obvious things about him, and yet few actually understood how deep in his veins the mistrust ran, as firmly bound to his body as the tattoos hammered into his figure. Even the very sight of two unknown beastmen giving off the smallest hint of aggression, would turn him from his steps behind the pink haired mystery and instead baring down upon the strangers with eyes glaring with the desire to not simply end their lives, but follow them to the afterlife and make them suffer for every minute he had to look at them.
A desire he was sorely close to fulfilling, had the one known as Lightning not intervened when she did.
“Get the hell off me Lady. Or I’ll beat you down along with them.”
The threat didn’t carry much, paragon not truly willing to cross blades with the surface chick. Not under this circumstance at the very least, it would have to be something far more exciting. The two of them locking blades surrounded by chaos, demanding to understand the strength they each possessed. He didn’t want such a fight to start, while full of nothing more then a burning desire to knock everything out of his way to hit those fuzzballs muttering empty apologies and hurriedly leaving the scene.
Huffing, violently shrugging the others hand away, he cast the glare instead at the woman. trying to decide if it was worth standing here to listen to her go on about how monkeys are people too.
“I was thinking that I beat the hell out of them now, and they don’t put on a stupid ass mask and burn down homes later. The hell did you let them walk for?”
