Nathan Bloodscrawl
House Bloodscrawl Patriarch
Arianna had a good apprentice. Determined, calculating, yet knowing when to rely on bursts of aggression.
Neither one of them really had a chance at fleeing, he realized as she managed to clothesline them both.
Nathan was knocked to the ground. Moya was out cold. Nathan listened to her demands as he rose, brushing himself off.
"I would no more lead you to the Jensaarai then you would lead me to those you defend..." Nathan said firmly. "But you have demonstrated skill. Cunning. Game must know when to recognize Game, after all..." Nathan trailed.
"I will offer you a deal, Student of Belasko...I'll not teach you teleportation. But I will offer something...useful..." he said.
"I know the art of Stasis...I will teach that to you, should you wish..." Nathan offered. "I may even be tempted to part with something...you might be interested in...but you must withdraw afterward. If you refuse...then we must fight to the death, for I will not submit as you wish. The Cult of The Brain Demon must die..." Nathan finished, trying to assess all his options for
Draco Miles
.
Nothing that went the route of violence ended well for either of them. Besides, he didn't sense Draco was evil per se, more determined, young, and prideful. No wonder Laertia had let her join that gaggle of freaks...
Neither one of them really had a chance at fleeing, he realized as she managed to clothesline them both.
Nathan was knocked to the ground. Moya was out cold. Nathan listened to her demands as he rose, brushing himself off.
"I would no more lead you to the Jensaarai then you would lead me to those you defend..." Nathan said firmly. "But you have demonstrated skill. Cunning. Game must know when to recognize Game, after all..." Nathan trailed.
"I will offer you a deal, Student of Belasko...I'll not teach you teleportation. But I will offer something...useful..." he said.
"I know the art of Stasis...I will teach that to you, should you wish..." Nathan offered. "I may even be tempted to part with something...you might be interested in...but you must withdraw afterward. If you refuse...then we must fight to the death, for I will not submit as you wish. The Cult of The Brain Demon must die..." Nathan finished, trying to assess all his options for
![Draco Miles](/data/avatars/s/26/26913.jpg?1655628199)
Nothing that went the route of violence ended well for either of them. Besides, he didn't sense Draco was evil per se, more determined, young, and prideful. No wonder Laertia had let her join that gaggle of freaks...