show me how it ends, it's alright
"I prefer to think of you like a much faster, much stronger, much more dangerous equal," Neron informs Wessex with as straight a face as he can muster. "And no, there is nothing left here for me now. I imagine Kiada feels the same. As soon as my business here concludes, for better or for worse, I plan to be a citizen of the Hollowed Grounds. So then I guess you really will be my General."
Still a little sluggish and reeling from the (quite frankly, ecstatic) feeling of taking an ability from the Wraith, Neron manages to mumble a quick, "not the face," before she's going in on him. His sensors go crazy with it in a way that makes his jaw feather, but the Hailstorm is otherwise unflinching as he watches fluid start to silver his dark shirt. "Reckon you could scratch me again and throw me into a couple of these walls. That ought to give the people of the Citadel what they want."
Still a little sluggish and reeling from the (quite frankly, ecstatic) feeling of taking an ability from the Wraith, Neron manages to mumble a quick, "not the face," before she's going in on him. His sensors go crazy with it in a way that makes his jaw feather, but the Hailstorm is otherwise unflinching as he watches fluid start to silver his dark shirt. "Reckon you could scratch me again and throw me into a couple of these walls. That ought to give the people of the Citadel what they want."
Neron
