[Cassandra’s lips curled into a faint grin at his ‘compliment’, then she held up a hand to the guard, signaling for the man to keep a hold of Aaron but not leave just yet.] Turned on by this or something?
I don’t think you have, but you’ll have plenty of time to think about me while you’re in your cell. Are you done?
[Aaron struggled in his former fellow soldier's grasp, trying to writhe free until another had come, this time bearing shackles that he bound tightly to his wrists.] Gotta say it's interesting being the one tied up and not the other way around.
I'm not even closed to being finished. [His arrogance is thick when he brings his foot down onto the soldiers next to him, a loud crunch that resounds when their skulls meet and he pulls back. Blood's flowing fresh from the gash in his eye brow but the pain doesn't bother him, not when he's grinning like a mad even when he takes a blow to his spleen.]













