Zelos cringed as the loud bang from Legretta’s guns echoed off of the walls, and visibly winced as several bullets flew by his arm, on slightly clipping it. He stopped in his tracks, and slowly analyzed the small wound. He placed his hand over it and muttered the incantation for a weak first aid, and sighed. He mournfully fingered the small hole the bullet left in his jacket, his favorite jacket. This really was getting ridiculous.
Ignoring the God General’s question, he turned to the group. In place of his usual cocky grin, a serious, almost angry look had found its way there instead. His usual bright sapphire eyes lost their shine as he took a few steps forward. Upon hearing Colette’s plea to stay, he quickly complied with the demand. He didn’t want to leave his hunnies to pick up the pieces left behind in his reckless choices, did he?
He decided that before he made any more reckless choices, which he was going to do right now, he should be the one up front, ready to pick the pieces up himself. Zelos withdrew his sword, and once again pointed it at the blonde. “First off, fire anymore bullets at me,” he replied to her attack with added venom in his voice, “and we’ll see what happens.” The cocky grin finally finding its way back onto his face, this time he continued with added sarcasm, “Now, would you prefer we go find our dear Maestro and get a permission slip or something?”
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Date: 2009-02-26 03:17 am (UTC)Ignoring the God General’s question, he turned to the group. In place of his usual cocky grin, a serious, almost angry look had found its way there instead. His usual bright sapphire eyes lost their shine as he took a few steps forward. Upon hearing Colette’s plea to stay, he quickly complied with the demand. He didn’t want to leave his hunnies to pick up the pieces left behind in his reckless choices, did he?
He decided that before he made any more reckless choices, which he was going to do right now, he should be the one up front, ready to pick the pieces up himself. Zelos withdrew his sword, and once again pointed it at the blonde. “First off, fire anymore bullets at me,” he replied to her attack with added venom in his voice, “and we’ll see what happens.” The cocky grin finally finding its way back onto his face, this time he continued with added sarcasm, “Now, would you prefer we go find our dear Maestro and get a permission slip or something?”